A million things come to Shawn's mind in split seconds.

There is a flaw in your plan, see, in order for you to do so there would have to be someone close to me first.

The word thing is kind of repetitive. Effective, but repetitive.

This would make a horrible Old Spice ripoff.

But luckily for him another part of his brain settles with don't be stupid.

Shawn clenches his teeth, fixing his eyes on the horse. Wishing he could have chosen some other random thing to stare at, because he could really do without the gory details here. Or all the other creepy, life-threatening things happening to him. He would actually prefer a gunman chasing him through the woods right about now.

"Yes, okay, yes. I swear."