Utterly Mad

Ricochet Siblings

"W-well I-I uhhh...." The salesman stuttered. Slowly tucking his tonics in the top compartment of his wagon, he shouted, "BORRIS THEY'RE UNTO US, GET IN THE FUCKING WAGON NOW!" The once wimpy man spoke in a heavy Russian accent, "Feck, I knew you'd blow it. You don't even look like AJ." Borris jumped and got a good grip around the handle on the coach, and "AJ" swats the reigns against the horses. He plows through the crowd, sending his would-be customers flying out of the way or being trampled under the horses' hooves and the coaches' wheels.

"Well sonofabitch! THIS SHIT IS A SCAM!" One bystander calls out after scraping off the label, revealing it was some knock-off tonic that was probably worse for you than the real deal. "Mine tasted like horse piss." Another disappointed customer says shattering the bottle against the dirt street. Slowly the crowd disperses, their arms hanging low at their sides.

Maybe false hope is better then no hope at all.

Amy: You remember what you felt inside the paper bag. It was something akin to a Whiskey bottle, it smells nice and sweet. Like a sarsaparilla mixed with maple syrup.