[Johnnie smiles to himself as he hammers wood onto the wagon's tongue and listens to everything going on around him. Hugo and Oliver are both quick to volunteer in building a demon, and it's Hugo who comes forward with a pair of sickles to use as horns, while Oliver takes a broken plow to make a large triangular head to hang the tarps on.

There's thunder outside from somewhere far off, and rain strikes the dust where it slips between slats in the decaying roof. Johnnie gives his repair a thunk with the hammer, decides it's sturdy enough, then backs away to look at the overall effect Chrissy and the other two are busy creating.]

Oh yeah, that's fuckin' terrifying. Looks like a giant goat in a shawl, sure, but at night? Fuck, we gotta give it a torch it can hold too.