The Thing

unstable sock crime families, snack-based diplomacy, and legally binding stares

Just when Lintton crept closer, Threadrick cleared his throat.

“I’d suggest we think about this. Sure. Porc here might be an issue, but… you know, Lintton. The thing?”
Lintton turned his head just slightly. “Are you serious? Porc? Porc can get the thing?”
Threadrick hopped forward, the tip of his sock dragging behind him like a sinister scarf.
“Well, do yo…