Outside the Kwik Stop, Saturday

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Silent Bob was writing something and occasionally looking up at Jay and snickering before continuing to scribble.

Unsurprisingly, Jay was trying to read it. He was also growing more and more sullen as his every attempt was thwarted with ease.

[[Oh they're not yet dead, they can dance and they can sing, oh they're not yet dead, they can do the Highland fling . . .]]