"Ah. Dramatic flourish. I'm with you, Mrs. White," Sam chuckled, then raised his eyebrows almost to the hairline. "I'm sure all of this fuckery wasn't brought on by just you. Green like a damn plant, huh?" He grinned crookedly, obviously having no qualms about what Joansie-Jo was. Besides, Jasper had said there was a Wicked Witch here. "You don't like who you are?" he wondered then added with a wink, "We must be soulmates. She was always one of my favorites." It was true! Fuck that Glinda bitch. Her and her poofy pink dress. He'd get lost in that crap.