+2 Walked Into Baker Street
“So we can’t go at night because you’re afraid of the dark? How OLD are you, kid?!”
“Sixteen, Sassy Pants. If you’re going to act like that maybe you should just go on your own.”
+2 Walked Into Baker Street
“Oh, I get it! So you’re too afraid to go in. That’s fine, I’ll do it alone.”
“No! I’m not scared, I would be if it was dark out. I don’t like the feeling of vulnerability, and we have no flashlights. I’m coming with though.”
+2 Walked Into Baker Street
“So? If a serial killer lives there because he’s hiding, most likely he won’t want to kill us and draw attention to himself. Besides, my uncle’s a cop.”
“If he’s a psychopath, he won’t care. Plus, do you really expect him to know your uncle is a cop? You see, these are the mistakes people make in horror movies.”
+2 Walked Into Baker Street
“Oh, please. There’s nothing to be afraid of. What could POSSIBLY be so bad?”
“Uh, a serial killer? That looks like a place a serial killer would stay at because they know people wouldn’t be stupid enough to go in there.”
+2 Walked Into Baker Street
“What do you say we throw all caution to the wind and, um… go see what’s in that old house over there?”
“I say we do it, but let’s do it before it gets dark, yeah? I may be brave, but I’m not that brave.”
+2 Walked Into Baker Street
“Oh, hello! I have an idea! An excellent idea.”
“Oh boy. Continue.”