"I'm not a nice boy." He was a silly boy, a stupid boy, a bad boy and a dirty boy but he was not a good boy or a nice boy. He knew that for a fact. He frowned at the picture, wondering if he was really a good pick or not. He seemed scary. Maybe he was the yelling sort, he was a guy by himself so he was probably a yeller or he'd have someone by now. True love was like that and all.

"I gotta go again." He knew he had to, he didn't have a choice, he looked at Gunn and frowned deeply. "How many times do I have to go?"