We were woke up last night by screaming and howling about murder and human blood, at first I thought it was a late sweaty metal jam but after I heard someone shout "I was in love with her," I realised that this was surely no sweaty metal song.
I ran next door with Fabian Wildman not far behind me. Half the lights were on in the street. The banshee was howling (she really is very good) and the sweaty metallers were shouting their heads off.
I started thumping on the door, shouting for them to calm down, when one of them stormed outside.
"Tuesday Kid, let's you and me start a band," he said. "We don't need these dicks."
"You're just jealous because the banshee loves me," the other one shouted.
"How? How can she love you more? I was always the most metal out of us," shouted the first one.
"No, it was me," shouted the other one.
"Let's ask Tuesday Kid," they said turning to me.
"To be honest lads, I always had trouble telling yous apart," I shrugged.
"How could you confuse me with this dick," said the first one.
I was saved by the Banshee coming out and asking Derek Baby to come back inside. The second one went back in with her.
The first one stood there shaking with anger.
"Derek Baby?" I said, "what's your name?"
He glared at me and stormed off down the street, tears streaming down his face.
