Utterly Mad

"Yeah, yeah... I remember what to go n' git, ma..." Flynn lies, squinting under the sun at the list of chores. He wasn't the strongest reader that ever existed, so it took him a while to look through the list. The sun was beating down on his back, causing sweat to drip down under his broad hat.

"Well uh... I wouldn't mind poppin' to the saloon to git' that out the way real quick." Flynn says with a somewhat nervous tone. The truth was that Flynn wouldn't mind going to the saloon to get the chore done, and to quickly win another game of Five Finger Fillet to earn a few bucks... it wouldn't hurt! He'd just return to the gang later as if nothing ever happened.