2 men come in.
1 small.
1 tall.
The small 1 must be around 180 centimeters up.
The tall 1 is 2 heads more than that.
Jack:”What’s the worst kind of Kin?”
He gets in the room.
The pigs don’t care.
He throws something to the dogs.
They roam around, in that corner.
Jack:”The Pumpkin.
They pump everything…”
The monkeys look amused.
Jack:”Do you like Pumpkins?”
P:”My stomach’s off right now…
Who are you?”
R:”Don’t answer them.”
P:”?”
R:”…”
Jack:”There’s a lot to love about Pumpkin.”
He’s got a big head…
The tall 1 looks like the 1st bastard we met in the other apartment.
Just taller.
Maad:”…”
He get closer to the 1 with the big head.
Jack:”Most people only care for Pumpkin Cake.
It’s true…
It’s the best…
Like, really the best.”
P:”??”
Jack:”But there’s no point denigrating the rest.”
P:”Shit…”
Jack:”You can’t get any of this Pumpkin discrimination?”
P:”…”
R:”?!”
Maad:”The cake.”
He grabs by the small 1 by the hips.
Turns his butts in our direction.
Pinch his ass cheeks.
Rolls his Fingers between!
Maad:”You can’t get enough of this cake.”
P:”Dear shit…”
R:”Don’t move.
Don’t follow them.”
Maad:”And…
The grapes.
Fragile grapes.”
I can’t describe that…
R:”Where are the owners?”
Maad:”Around…
Somewhere.”
He wants to shoot.
Why won’t he?
I tap his back with my elbow.
Just so, as the others don’t see me.
R:”…”
The tall 1 comes closer.
The small 1 still under his arm.
He grabs a pig.
Tears it in half.
With 1 hand.
He doesn’t look that strong.
What’s with his fingers?
They shine.
He throws a round object at us.
Maad:”Follow.
Take this.
And follow.”
Jack:”Not having more?”
Maad:”…”
He slaps his butts.
Jack:”Nooo…”
P:”Do we get that?”
R:”Wait.”
They’re about to quit the room.
Maad:”…”
He turns back at us.
Throws the small 1 through the window.
Cracks another pig.
Removes the object in it.
And cracks it on the floor.
The room blazes.
I take the 1st object.
R:”No.”
P:”?”
R:”You just…”
P:”Let’s get off 1st.“
R:”…”
We jump by the window.