(You’re Llama Owen) I stared at the crumbled paper in his hands ‘Almost all of the reviews were about Owen. Owen spat in my drink! Owen wouldn't stop staring. Who even names Llamas?.’ Maybe the potion that Shelby gave me will work I splash the potion on Owen, he spits at me “Hey!” I laugh “It’s not gonna hurt you!” Then I notice the sun is setting “Well, Owen.. It’s getting late! See you Tomorrow!” I leave the bar I get home and sleep Who am I kidding… Who’s friends with llamas?…