and he watched in horror as a small piece of his own shit hovered in the air towards him. It landed with a SPLAT right on his forehead. Aw, shit, shit, what the fuck, what the fuck!! Pulling his pants up on the way out, Pop ran through the doorway and down the stairs out onto the sidewalk. A couple of people looked over at him and chuckled. Pop mumbled a curse and got onto his motorcycle. Meanwhile in Kevins apartment, Mithra sat under the bed, grooming himself. 58 CHAPTER TWELVE For two hours, Simon made Steven Sigil use his cards to explore the June situation. Patiently, Steven did reading after reading, coming up with the same result almost every time. Further involvement will only bring pain. Steven hated to say those words to Simon. Steven tried to change the subject. So, I hear youre opening up a new brothel over there in Tosu. I guess youve got whores to spare, huh? He smiled. Simon shrugged. Yes, thats the plan. My harems getting too large to manage by myself and so I figured Id open up another one. Tosu seemed like the right place. There arent too many brothels there to begin with. I heard they mostly have spit-shops over there. A few of my nieces went and sold their saliva. All they had to do was fill a jar about this big, he separated his hands by six inches, and they got fifty shells each, you believe that? Without smiling, Simon chuckled. Well, we have a spit-shop or two here and they sell only diseased saliva. I bet you cant find that in Tosu. Maybe well change that, I dont know. He stood up and patted Stevens shoulder. Thanks for everything. I appreciate it. The pleasure is all mine, your holiness, all mine. 59 Jordan Krall * * * Youre shitting me, right? Max couldnt stop laughing. He sat on his couch, right below a bad surrealist painting depicting a young boy shoving a fish down his throat while tiny clones of John F. Kennedy rode bicycles around his feet. No, for fucks sake. Im not lying! Pop still felt dirty even after showering. He eyed up the artwork behind Max and rubbed his head. Ive always wanted to ask you: what the hell is that ugly piece of shit? That piece of shit is an original Tim Sullivan circa 1962. Pop looked closer at the painting. Whats it called? Worth anything? Its called Cantaloupe in my Mouth and its worth more than your goddamn life. Max laughed. You have room to talk, calling something a piece of shit considering you came to my house looking like a big old turd. Pop grunted and walked into the kitchen. He went through the cabinets and found what he was looking for: rice. With one motion he tore the box open and showered the floor. He heard Max yell What the hell you doing in there? but ignored him. Pop knelt down and caressed the grains. Within a minute, hundreds of old, nude women came to life on the floor, dancing and jumping up onto him. A group of the women held hands and jumped into his nostrils; Pop sniffed them up and fell face first onto the rice-women. The rest of them licked Pop from head to toe, devouring his dead skin cells. Max again yelled from the living room. Make me a sandwich or something, will ya? Pop gathered up the old women, grabbed four pieces of Pepperidge Farm Hearty White bread, and mashed the women into two sandwiches. He brought them out to the living room and handed one to Max. 60 Piecemeal June Whats in it? Max looked in the sandwich. Fucking cheese sandwiches? What am I, twelve years old? Despite his complaint, he took a bite anyway. He sniffed. Smells like feet. Pop just smiled and wiggled his nose; he still could hear the women in his sinuses, screeching and hollering as they were grinding their asses against his insides. With a mouthful of his cheese sandwich, Max started to talk about their situation. So, Im thinking we go back to that assholes apartment. I bring the boys with us and we take care of it. Pop nodded. Sounds good, I guess. I just dont know about that fucking place, that toilet. Dont worry about it. Just make sure you take a shit before we
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