"What's he freakin' out about?"

  The acting class people fell quiet. 

  The man with his hair squished by a helmet and spiked by hair goo stomp-paced. 

  Others on the higher-up level of working found him.  But he was pacing furious.  Just as most people started talking low and eager again the man exploded. 

  "The Satanists put a big fucking rock in MY territory and nobody bothered to tell me????!!!!!" 

  People disappeared. 

  Guy's "buddies" from various disciplines straggled into the area. 

  One, in total body armor and loaded with guns including an Uzi, practically skid to a stop and roared, "Where'd they put it?" 

  Another patted a spot on a log.  "You can't let them get in your head.  Or under your skin.  Or too close.  So tell the rest of us where they put it." 

  The man turned scarlet purple.  "Not used to working with any of you." 

  "We're good people." 

  "Probably." 

  "Finest and totally dedicated." 

  "Opposing the Ten Commandments rock." 

  "Okay.  Good." 

  "Is that your van?" 

  The man started out saying (i)no(i) and shaking his head (i)no(i), but between the log patter asking (i)why be mysterious now(i) and some others throwing comments like "I can just call it in," the man put his hand under his chin and the hand nodded his head (i)yes(i).  He'd collected a bunch of candles and bloody stuff as he'd followed a growing group through the woods off the Interstate. 

  "See, I'm glad you told me that, so I don't get afraid of you." 

  The man began to weep.