Find anything about the Blade?” Billy let out an explosive sigh and creaked back in his chair, hands folded behind his head.
“Comic book references. Stuff about some swordsman named Bob Anderson. Wesley Snipes pictures.”
“Really?” I perked up, edging around his desk to try to get a look at the screen. “Any half-naked ones?” “Joanie!”
I drooped. “I didn’t think so. There wasn’t nearly enough half-naked Wesley in those movies, anyway.

Author: C.E. Murphy