Wanna bet?

I'd called John and he was just minutes away. Apparently, he was actually helping out with the rebuilding. Lately, he picked up a bit of a housebuilding hobby. 

A world-class villain going around building houses? It was a laughing matter, but I guess no one would be stupid enough to make fun of him: other than me that was. 

"HA HA AH AH ahah!" And I did too. 

But the guy didn't get offended, or at least he didn't show any rage. He just shrugged it off with a grin.

I almost felt stupid: almost. 

"I just have to carry this back home?" John said, admiring the head. 

"Kind of? Though I don't know what I'll even do with this."

Remia said this thing was going to fetch me money, but- I didn't really know where I'd sell it in the first place. 

Mom would probably have an idea though. So, there was that. 

John tried lifting, and lifted it about half a meter high too, but- after a minute he sat down and panted. "This is heavy."