Billy continues to waddle along, at the exact same pace as before
"YAY! I LIKE PLAYING ALL SORTS OF GAMES! I HAVE A QUESTION NICE MAN! DOES YOUR THROAT EVER HURT? MY MOM AND I'S THROATS HURT ALOT! WE DON'T KNOW WHY! ARE THERE ANY KITTIES WHERE WE'RE GOING? I LOVE KITTIES! AND PUPPIES! AND SQUIRRELS! THEY ARE NICE! THEY THROW FREE NUTS TOO ME! THEY JUST MISS AND HIT ME IN THE HEAD A LOT!"
Despite having to escort the annoying little kid, Grayell manages to make it to the door. Once there, Billy's mom dashes over and picks up Billy.
"OH IT'S MY LITTLE BILLY! THANK YOU MR.! I CAN'T PAY YOU BUT YOU ARE A VERY NICE PERSON, THANK THE MAN BILLY!"
"THANK YOU SIR! WE'LL HAVE TO PLAY SOME MORE ONE DAY! BYE!"
"THANK YOU AGAIN! BYE!"
...And with that, the two most annoying people ever leave and return home.
Grayell scratched his head, watching them leave. The sun was now throwing light down the street and the warmth felt revitalizing on his skin. He looked down at his clothes, his bloodied arm and shook his head with a stern frown.
Yeah. Another time kid.
Grayell looked up the street and down and then shrugged, heading back to the remnants of a daycare to fetch his gold.