"Because mine is so damn strong it attracts frogmen?" Dean tossed the paper down; the bad thing about paper, even when balled up, it didn't have the right heft to it to make throwing it down worth it. He wished there was a fireplace, but he was stuck in a burlesque of the absurd with Twinkie the Wonderfrog.
"I've never done it either, but fuck if I wanna do it now. Not with you here." He tapped his temple, knowing they were both there at that moment, and it wasn't fun.
"'Check out' seems more library. But, then it could be a fucking grocery store for all we know. They got magazines." Dean knew all about the sort of magazines some places had. He was a very visual guy. "They check out shit there too. So, now how the hell do we go to the Library?"