Now I look back and ask myself, how many times have I, selfishly, asked for McGee's help? And how many times was he not there when I needed him? The answer to the first question is "many," and to the second is "none." I feel ashamed of exploiting my poor red eyed friend; how cruel I am. But don't worry; if you do the same, it is never too late to correct this awful habit. Try to do things by yourself more. I know that now that you have your buddy, it becomes natural for you to ask him...
The Road to Pyramid Parade: Part Three They were in the Haunted Woods. Trees had begun to line their now-dirt path, and the chill was intense. "H... how can this place border a desert?"