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some candy?" he asked. I looked
away in disgust and heard the splash as her tiny body hit the
surface.
    "You're not funny, Vin," Meg said from behind
me, "Show a little respect, will you?"
    Whoever was hiding in the house signaled us
again, and Jake tried to convey our plan using charades. He pointed
to us, then them, and walked in an exaggerated fashion. Then he
tapped his wrist to signify time and laid his head on his clasped
hands, the standard portrayal of someone sleeping, and tried to
come up with an easy way to tell them what time we'd be moving out.
None of us came up with anything usable, so he just shrugged and
hoped they’d understood some of it.
    "Now, we wait," he said, and wait we did. We
stayed on deck and waited to see what would stumble out of the
woodwork. Daphne made sure to spend ample time with each of us,
demanding affection, and getting it.
    Jake cleared his throat to get our attention.
"Let's discuss the weapon situation. I'm the only one with a
handgun, and I'm not suggesting we leave it behind, but I think we
should focus on melee weapons. It's one thing to make a lot of
noise when we're able to hide behind the safety of the boat; it's
another entirely to do it on land."
    "I agree," I replied, and I did. "Let's go
pick our weapons, one by one. I'll go first because I already know
what I'm taking."
    I took off at a jog for the bedroom, already
picturing my trusted weapon in my hands, and was back on deck in
less than a minute wielding my crowbar.
    "Shoulda seen that coming," joked Jake,
rolling his eyes at my predictability.
    Raising the slab of metal above my head, I
said in my best Masters of the Universe imitation, "By the power of
Grayskull. I am She-ra: Princess of Power!"
    Jake and Vinny laughed their asses off, but
Meg just looked back at me, clueless.
    "Forget it," I told her. "Way before your
time."
    She responded with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Okay." She left the word hanging out there for interpretation, and
I chose to interpret it as her thinking I was uber cool. She popped
my delusion of greatness with a follow up: "Dork."
    Still holding the crowbar over my head I
declared, "I dub thee The Brain-Biter."
    "My turn." Vinny sprinted down the stairs,
not to be outdone by The Brain-Biter, he returned several minutes
later carrying his military-issue Ka-Bar curved blade.
    Repeating my declaration he asserted his
chosen name unto the group. "From this time forth, thou shall be
known as The Penetrator!"
    "That's what she said," retorted Meg, earning
a laughing fit from all of us that ended in Vinny doubled over at
the waist, gasping for air.
    That's what she said was a game we'd been
playing for years. Anytime someone made a comment that could be
construed as sexual, someone would chime in with that's what she
said. No amount of time or repetitive usage had the ability to
diminish the hilarity we found in the game. More often than not, it
would be one of their parents who would say something to spark the
remark. They never quite figured out the game, or the appropriate
timing to use it, which made it that much more amusing to us
kids.
    "Oh, shit," panted Vinny, "I needed that.
Nice job, Meg. You're up, bro," he directed to Jake.
    Jake wasted no time and was back even faster
than me. He held up a massive flat-head screwdriver and bellowed,
"I give you, The Scrambler!"
    Last but not least was Meg. She took her
sweet time hunting before returning with a victorious grin. With
two hands she gripped the handle of a knife sharpener from the
wooden block on the kitchen counter and made stabbing motions.
    "This bringer of death shall be known as
Spike."
    I don't know why we found it so funny, but we
dissolved into manic laughter again.
    We were still laughing when both Jake and
Vinny covered their noses and slid apart on the bench to reveal an
excited Daphne.
    "Holy shit, what the hell are you feeding
that thing?"
    Jake scooped her into the air. "This wretched
beast shall be duly named The Bringer of