"Hey, Boingo!" He whipped his head at the direction of Boingo, glaring at him. His eyebrows furrowed and his cigarette kept still in between his lips. "These predictions are so damn ridiculous! I mean- WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" He showed the pages to Boingo, who was hiding behind a bush.

"I-I.. That!-" He stopped himself from talking, then continued. "E-erm.." Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The poor kid was trembling on the dirt with complete fear.