Bobby sighed at the protests of Johnny and Jennie the brunette. "I'm not suggesting we kill her," he replied. It came off as a long-suffering whine. "I-I'm just saying, we already know that trying to trick her isn't going to work. And even if ... even if it does, we'd still wanna have a backup plan, right? We don't know who or what we're dealing with, o-other than a cat lady with a probably really descriptive name."
A part of him realized Johnny was at least right in that doing Home-Improvement style power tool rigging would probably get them hurt as least as much as Mary Murder. But still, maybe it was the years he'd spent at the mansion having tactics drilled into his head.
He walked over to a chair and sat down, already feeling tired of all this. "We've gotta defend ourselves, somehow. Mojo's setting us up to fail. That's what he's been doing with his challenges. I mean, what kind of dickhead forces thirteen-year-old kids to try to seduce a..." He couldn't even finish the train of thought. He was still rattled from his previous challenge, and that had been days ago.
"We need to defend ourselves," he repeated, more quietly this time. "I can ice things up, but not that well. Johnny, you're still ... y-you need a cosmic jumpstart, right? And Jennie, what can you ... you...."
He stood up abruptly. "You're Jennie-Lynn Hayden! The hot green photographer, right? Only, obviously, less gr-- shutting up."