“Isn’t this damn line ever going to move?”
“No, Erik, it isn’t,” Lee said. “This is hell, and we’ll be standing here for all eternity. Just to annoy you.”
“I believe it,” Erik said.
“Erik,” Bobby said, “I know we dragged you here against your will, but try to have just the tiniest bit of fun, huh?”
“Yeah, try not to make us wish we were dead, too,” Arthur pleaded.
“I’m told that the dead have very few problems.”
His friends sighed; Erik the Grim had spoken.
Through the tightly packed mass of people thronging the state fair, Erik brightened suddenly as he spotted an old man holding a fresh caramel apple by its stick.