"You don't want to go in there," said Zaxik.
Greg paused, one hand on the men's room door. "I drank a forty-ounce coke during the movie. I think I kind of do."
"Well, be careful." The demon fluttered down to perch on Greg's shoulder. "Watch for witch-hunters."
"In public restrooms?"
"They hang out there."
Greg rolled his eyes and entered the empty bathroom. It wasn't until he zipped up and stepped back that he noticed anything odd.
"What gives? It's not flushing." Greg waved a hand. "The sensor lights up..."
Zaxik nodded. "The soul detector. Very risky for you, now."
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