There are 4 klunts behind us.
P:”…”
R:”Still.”
Stupid smile.
That goes with they red-bally nose.
R:”Were you following us?”
P:”That’s obvious.”
R:”I asked them.”
They don’t speak.
1 of them is holding a head by the hair.
Lots of blood on it.
Lots of makeup.
Must be a woman’s head.
Klunt:”Follow, follow.
We were just coming here.
Turn’s out you here too.”
Another has blood all over his lips.
Maybe that’s just lipstick.
He sucked the whole tube?
R:”What are you looking for here?”
Klunt:”Oh.
Oh?
Why ask?
Why spell?
We’re not here for you.
Why put a spell?”
P:”We’ve got to move.”
They bar our way.
4 bodies in the entry.
They fit the door?
They’re blocking it back to back.
That’s the most ridiculous threat I’ve ever-
R:”You’d rather-“
Klunt:”Ih!”
P:”?”
Klunt:”Have you ever suck on metal?
I suck on metal.
I suck a lot.”
P:”Yeah.
You don’t look funny.”
Klunt:”You can find metal in surprising places.”
He kicks the head against the wall.
It bursts.
P:”?!”
Klunt:”Ih!”
P:”…”
R:”Still.”
P:”You sick fuck.”
R:”Don’t let that get into you.”
Klunt:”Looks like you’re ready to suck metal.
Please, friends.”
They get steel bars off their ass.
P:”?!”
I grab 1 of them.
I smash his head on the floor.
2nd comes.
Steel bar.
Dodge.
I punch his ear.
Knee in the stomach.
Tries to grab my leg.
Stomp on his hand.
The 1st one stands up.
Still kicking.
Go hide behind the other 2.
They get to us.
R:”Still.”
He aims for this Klunt’s head.
He can’t shoot the 3 of them.
Klunt:”Impressive.
Now applaud please, applaud.”
They clap their hands.
P:”Why?”
R:”…”
Klunt:”Do I hear the sound of a question?
Away, in the distance.”
P:”You can’t even handle 1 guy.
And you were 4.
…”
R:”…”
Klunt:”The Fleshy.
The Fruits Paradox.
Depths.
Who’s followed?”
P:”What?”
He touches a bulge protecting his genitalia.
There’s a face on it.
Klunt:”In the fields!
What is it?
Eaten alive?
Why can’t we Grind the bones?”
They run away.
Leaving the 4th one with us.
He grabs me.
P:”?”
R:”We can’t.”
P:”They’re just here.”
R:”We must focus.
We have something to finish.”
P:”?”
R:”…”
P:”You don’t kill this 1.
We bring him back & we interrogate him.”
R:”…”
He pushes me.
Cuts the guy’s throat.
Pulls me away from the room.
We escape.
Light leaks off the windows.
And heat.
The hideout burns.
P:”…”
R:”…”
We’re took off by a car.
Back to the building.
P:”You knew it was about to happen?”
R:”…”