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"Did we just..."Torch started.
"Get saved by an ice cream truck having a mechanical breakdown?"J.J.finished."Yeah."
"The Lord's soft serve moves in mysterious ways," Father Darkness said.
"So, we're free to go?"Bondo asked from inside his UV protected car.
They looked around.No cops.No deputies.Just the race officials, who shrugged.
"The sheriff already collected his prize money," one official said."We're just volunteers.We don't actually care what you do."
In the distance, they could still hearPop Goes the Weaselat nightmare speed, followed by a symphony of sirens.
"Think they'll catch him?"Farrah asked.
"Honestly?"J.J.said, watching the last patrol car disappear over the horizon."I hope not.That man's earned his freedom."
The demon priests crossed themselves, which caused them minor burns.
"Farewell, Mr.Softie," Father Mayhem intoned."May your ice cream never melt and your music finally, finally stop."
"Amen," everyone said in unison.
"Same time next year?"Torch asked.
"Absolutely," J.J.said, pulling Farrah closer.
In the far distance,Pop Goes the Weaselhit its crescendo, followed by what sounded like a massive explosion.
"The weasel popped," Father Darkness observed solemnly.
Chapter Fifteen
Two Hours Later - StarlightMotel, New Jersey
Farrah
