"I-I don't think this is a good idea, we-we don't know how powerful I am and I don't want to get killed," said Scott in Ty's head.
"Oh shut up you stupid fuck, if you'd stop shitting yourself over everything that comes next and grow some bloody balls then maybe we'd get somewhere in this town," Ty spoke out loud into the darkness, "And they'll be here in a minute, Cliff, your up bud."
Ty's eyes would lighten slightly and a smile spread across his face, he oozed confidence as if it were a thick gel on his skin, he was glowing, not literally of course, but in that sense that a man can do when he has no doubt about himself, "Right then, happy face on, other personalities quiet, and we're in business. I hope they brought the chickens for this because I don't intend to use my own blood," the now active Cliff thought to himself. He was in his element right now, doing what he did best...negotiating, or getting ready to.

The night was lit up brightly all of a sudden as an old looking black car rolled up the gravel road and stopped just a few feet away from where Cliff stood. A dark tinted window slowly rolled down with a soft squeak. A man who appeared to be about thirty peered out of the Window, his light blonde hair was cut short on the sides but still had length on the top, it gave the man a boyish look, though still allowed you to see his true age and authority, "Clifford Broach I presume?" his voice was light and almost effeminate when he spoke, as if his voice had never broken.
"Ah Yes, and you must be Mr.Walters I presume?"
"Yes, I'm Arthur Walters, theres just a few things I'd like to go over before we begin," he paused for a moment, "Will you be charging for the chickens? How long is this going to take approximately and also would you be prepared to sign a contact that says you have not lead the witness on and told him what to say previously?"

Cliff simply looked at the man, people just didn't understand that after all this time, no rules had changed, "Mr.Walters, the dead do not lie, they cannot. I do not know how long this will take as it varies from animator to animator...but I'm not just a necromancer am I? No, I'm not, and no, the chickens will not be charged for, i just need them as a blood sacrifice." How could someone be so clueless about something that had been legal for years now, and a lawyer too, it was almost disgraceful.