"Do I really think your punk ass is lying?" Jolene retorted, "no, actually, I fucking don't, but I didn't ask to be brought here either, and the only reason I can see any of us having to sulk through all our fucking days or nights here is because that trunk of kindling waiting to happen needs us for some fucked up reason."

She huffed so hard that the long strands of lanky hair falling to either side of her bony face billowed away from her vitriol. "And you're a part of that help, whatever the fuck that might be. You wouldn't be here if you didn't have a purpose, so you better figure out what it is. That doesn't include fucking threatening the rest of us with your 'maybe I'll eat you maybe I won't' bullshit!"