TODAY IS Saturday 5th of December 2020
SATURN STD TIME 01607209705
–Hey Smitty why don’t you go dick that soviet bird you used to go steady with? By the way, why did you stop going steady with her? Are you gay?
–No Chundoan, I’m…
–Say no more. Give Doris a call, tell her I’m coming over to drop off a package.
Chundoan slowly scrambled around the office for dating particulars. A bottle of wine and a diamond necklace were in his pockets on the way out.
–Have a swell time Chun.
–It’s gonna be a swelly alright Smit.
Chundoan turned around quickly and whipped the bottle full force past Smitty’s face, exploding on the wall pouring forth red squeeze and gales of detective’s laughter.
–Tell what’s her name to give the office a once over while I’m out getting straight drained.
–Chindoan, she doesn’t have a name, we got to calling her Betty remember?
-Can you even imagine what you’re up against? he begged for Chundoan Brisco to fully understand the meaning behind. -Oh damn Smitty quit it with the hexes. Trap your mouth before I ride a pipe down. Swallow this instead bucko. Brisco pulled Smit down to his knees breaking cement and poured a 750 of Johnny Jane deep down. He finished his beginning spell of the heart fortification. -I’ll tell you one more time. Fire up the Big Guns and let’s ride. They stepped out and the sky wasn’t real. Shimmers from another smashed world rioted for Chundoan, pointing him to the most proper place of that festering demonicism lying in eternal wait. The thought was made real however, the one that prods onward to the force you hate the most. That’s True Force. -Smitty and I’m serious, Chundoan Brisco screamed, you better fuck well be steeled for this. If you look back just once boy oh boy I’ll pile down on you with such smiteful weight you’ll be written about in the Bible 2. Do you need that right now? I swear I’ll salt you Smitty, just like I did Ortega and Danforth. Remember them two I gave the done job to? This fist will pound you down so low you’ll end up in China. Do you hear me? He raised his arm and pointed to that hideous weaponry he captained. -Tools from the Bible, haven’t I warned you before? I’m old and I’m tired. I need Big Guns with me immediately now. Smitty was a stone mountain then on the strength of Brisco’s fueling words. -Count on it. -Bet. -My life and the soul that flies it. -No soul Smitty, keep close eyes on your soul. Don’t end up like Jackshow, for it’s his dwelling we seek. -Is he in that giant pyramid over there like you told me? -Yes Smitty yes. It’s gonna be full bang-on when it comes to it for real. They stood stationary in front of Chundoan’s office. It had just snowed so the sky was red. Nighttime got more and more weirdo every damn day. And they were very much dark days and suicidal nights. A bit back in time The Truth had come out and people didn’t like it.