On Halloween day, you guys got a call of a man who had his head stuck in a pumpkin, so you went to help him.

After you guys were done, Buck begins to speak.

“Don’t worry, we’ve seen people get hurt in much dumber ways.”

He slips and dislocates his shoulder, wincing in pain.

“I think I… dislocated my shoulder.”

It’s been a few days since then, and he woke up with boils ALL over his face. He, however, did not notice them. You shrieked, holding a mirror in front of his face.

“Billy Boyles. Hellooo? Boils? It’s that stupid curse! I’m telling you.”

He was SO convinced it was a curse.