The phone was passed to Jojo. "Way to fucking piss in our corn flakes, Hannibal. Jesus Christ. Excuse my blasphemy, Saint Mikey." A new nickname. He grinned at his outstanding wit and sharp thinking before getting serious again. "Seriously though, get that shit out of here. I knew both of them." Max had been a frequent customer for his pranks, and would even pitch in his ideas when he had a good one. And Max was quick and very bright, so they were generally highly inventive and clever. But Jojo never used them though, not for spite, but for the name. He couldn't have competition, and he couldn't have Max running him out of business. The guy understood though, and for that Jojo would call him a close acquaintance. Sheriff DeLorenzo was a completely different matter. That man busted his balls for years. Couldn't do jackshit about his Annual Pranking Palava! though, so he would eye Jojo with distrust every time he saw him in public. Though only thing Jojo could do was return a wicked grin. It was a love/hate relationship.

But the images sickened him. He knew these people, and they were a living concoction of chemicals and organic materials. They had likes, dislikes, smells, deficiencies, and history. That, together, created a person. Now when one concoction ended the 'living' in another concoction, that seemed like faulty logic. He glanced at the phone again and tossed it to the next person. "As much as you think showing these pictures are going to prove to us that it happened, we don't need that. There are certain members here who -" Jojo glanced at Saint Mikey "- probably shouldn't be dealing with sensitive issues. Keep it on a minimum number basis for the now, some people are still raw." Jojo's sarcasm was leaving him momentarily and was being replaced by a deep-seated responsibility, a trait he had never possessed. 

Jojo massaged his temples and could feel the blood pounding through his veins. A headache was coming on. He glanced around. Saint Mikey was weeping in the woods and Red Fox was awkwardly standing in his vicinity. Another kid, Henry, was still behind the night curtain. Lillah was freaking out. But God-damn, did Red Fox have a nice figure, He was just thinking about how he wouldn't mind being comforted by her when Lillah's words stirred him. "Shut up. We will be found if you keep squeaking. Of course it wasn't an accident! An army doesn't just waltz into a hick town and start shooti... An army. Our army? Because I didn't see any planes as if it were an international force, it just... happened. Are you implying this was the [i]U.S.[[/i] armies doing?" Jojo asked quite aggressively. She wasn't implying anything, of course, but Jojo had took a tiny seed of a thought and ran with it. That was how conspiracies started.