Hold It in Your Mouth

Time passed neither quickly nor slowly, merely slipping through people's fingers without their notice. Gerry held a slip of paper in his hand, then tied the letter to an insect and controlled it as it flew toward Luthor Manor. After finishing everything, a smile appeared on Gerry's greasy, pale face. He closed his eyes in satisfaction. This feeling of using his brain was simply wonderful. He felt that he was the smartest person in this town.