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Goat: <leans forward> <whispers> I like whispering too. <leans back> Do continue. I've NEVER been one to mind when people talk about me right in front of me. <folds hands behind head> Carry on...

Goat: ...Dirty, hobo-like girl... That just might ALMOST top "dirs-tee bag"... Nope, naw, not quite. <waves at Jack> Hey, I'm Goat! S'up buddy?

Goat: <rubs eyes> Ohhhhhh. Nice, nice, Frosty. What's the job? And I'm scared to ask why.

Goat: <looks very thoughtfully and intently at something that isn't there and holds up one finger> Mother... <thinks>... Not a clue. <holds up second finger> Father... <thinks>... I'd rather not. <holds up third finger> Job... <blinks>... Don't go there. <holds up fourth finger> Lady Bracknel...

Goat: Oh, hey, whatever's easiest, bud, I go with the flow! <stretches> ...Most of the time. Once in a while, the flow gets to go with me. I think. On occasion. But I'm losing the point that I never had.

Goat: SHOWER? No way, buddy, I just TOOK a drenching last night when THAT one <jerks thumb at Mairin> lit up the whole dock! Aw, MAN was that a sight... Aw sorry, I'm forgetting manners. Breakfast- <slaps Father on the back> sounds EXCELLENT.

Goat: Name? ...<Laughs!> Just call me Goat, okay Frosty? <lightly slugs Mr. Moppet's arm> It's the best name I got.

Goat: <looks back and forth between Mairin and Mr. Moppet> Aw, SWEET, you've got RATS living in the fridge! I DEFINITELY came to right place. YES! <looks at Mr. Moppet> This is YOUR kitchen, hey, Frosty? <grabs and shakes Mr. Moppet's hand> Call me Goat!

Goat: Heh. A dir-stee bag, y'say, Frosty? Ha! There's my compliment of th' day! <peers into fridge> Any food left in there, snowman, or did ya sleep in every crumb?

Goat: <looks around the house> SWEET asylum it is... <walks over to Kyle> S'up kid. <puts elbow on Kyle's shoulder and looks at Mr. Moppet> Aw, DUDE! There's a guy conked out in the fridge! <squats down and pokes Mr. Moppet> Rise and shine, Frosty!

Goat: <Staring at flames> Dude, would you LOOK at that blaze? <Points> Look at it! It's takin' up the whole pier! Aw, SWEET, there's gonna be nothin' left by morning... Aw, this is gonna be a GREAT show...

Goat: <jumps> DRAGON? <digs fingers into filthy matted hair> Hooooooooly dirt, that's AWESOME! Can you like- breathe flames, and all THAT jazz? Oh, SWEET...

Goat: <wide eyes at Mairin> You CONTROL FIRE? ...Oh ho ho... NICE. Man, and all I can do is rub two sticks together. Takes hours, but your hands get nice and filthy...

Goat: No fire department? <jumps> SWEET! <holds still> <clears throat> I mean, ah- naw, naw, I'm no pyro. So May, you made that blaze? ...<Nods approvingly> Dude. That's nice. <stares at fire with a mezmerized sort of smile>

Goat: <thoughtfully puts hands on hips> Jack Bandy, y'say? Band-Aid? Got it. So May, you live there? You there too, Mr. Nondescript? Or just passin' through? <turns towards burning dock> And where'd that glorious dock blaze from, and what kinda fire department do they got here, anyways?

Goat: Freeloader, y'say, Ma- Mmmm... May-rin, did ya say? And Jason, Mr. Nondescript. Nice t'meet ya both. Say listen, either of you ever hear of this house around here where there's a bunch of wackos livin' there for no clear reason? 'Cause I want in on that deal.

Girl: Oh! Aw, sorry 'bout that- <clears throat and holds hand out for shaking> They call me Goat. No home, no job, no real purpose or motivation. You?

<There are some splashing sounds from the other side of the flames. The splashes move around the flaming dock until they reach shore, where a girl about Mairin's age clambers out of the water with Mairin on her back. The girl, thoroughly drenched and in tattered clothes, gently sets Mairin on...

Lisa: ...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!