Steve screamed, a high-pitch sound that nearly shattered the glass in the window panes. It was painful, to say the least, as Steve usually had Seymour scream for him in haunted houses and such.

"What the FIDDLEDOODLE!" Steve cried, seizing the spatula and attempting to throttle it. The spatula refused to fight back, however, which only angered Steve further. He increased his grip around the spatula's handle, unaware that this is not quite how spatulas work.

Before Steve got around to the idea of snapping the spatula in half, however, Seymour came bursting into the room. "Sir?"

"Seymour! I require your knowledge on exorcism!"

"...exorcism, sir?..."

"SHoULd i fIRe yOu anD GeT a HOTtEr bUtleR?"

"No sir, of course not. Now exorcism..."

And so, it turned out, Seymour actually knew quite a bit about exorcism. Steve and Seymour set about gathering the materials required to create the proper exorcism. Such things included (but were not limited to): 3 goats born on the blood moon and raised by a hen, 17 frying pans 30% of rust, 30 soggy matches to light the fire, the 394th page of the third Harry Potter book, a beatboxer to set the mood for the exorcism, 8 violas doused in cooking oil, a single scarf knitted on the fingers of an infantine ten-year-old, and many more things found on a daily basis (in the Black Market).

After they had gathered all of the things required for an exorcism, the two proceeded to exorcise the spatula. Setting it in the middle of the ring of the violas, they began to shout in the name of Serlyk the Lizard King.

Once Steve was fully convinced the spatula was rid of all evil, they ceased the exorcism. Steve had Seymour drive him all the way to the dump, where he personally disposed of the spatula and watched it be crushed before his very eyes. Satisfied, they drove back to get a good night's rest (because apparently the day only lasts long enough to go Black Market shopping for a bit, chant some words, and drive to the dump).

Before he went to bed, however, while he was lying in his cushions and blankets, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Getting up all on his own, he went to investigate the strange black shape poking out from behind his closet door. Grabbing it quickly, fearfully, it turned out to be...

Another sock.

And with that, Steve proceeded to go to sleep.

Sorry this chapter is so short and crappy, I promise that the next few will be much better, I have a plan and everything (basically I know the first word of the next chapter).