Dyle was quite frankly tired of you. But then again, he was tired of every toon. They were amusing, sure. But much too nosy. Sticking their nose where it didn’t belong and onto the train they went.

Delilah made him take care of that.

It was annoyingly inconvenient, and messy. Having to dispose of those unfortunate toons was always a lot of work, work that Dyle did not enjoy doing. And then there was you. You were nosy, yes. But at least you were tolerable. But now you knew too much, and as much as it pained him he knew he had to do something.