Posted at 9:25 am on Jan 17, 2017 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
I don't think medication exists for our kinds of problems.
"WRONG," Charon snapped, shaking her head in disbelief at Red's new personality. "We're NOT taking that with us. Now quit acting all fucking weird! We've got a lot to do!"
"But Charrrrrrrrron!" Red whined, swiveling around on the sofa to face her and spreading his freshly shaved legs wide for her. She was grateful for his panties at that moment, even as a few drops of blood soaking into them from his sewn up crotch. "I have a cute little coffee table to go with it! What will they think if we show up unprepared?"
"Unprepared for what?! To serve them tea and crumpets?!" She never imagined he would become more annoying without the monster beef. Knowing that normal logic concerning why they didn't need to bring along a sofa to assault CW Headquarters, probably getting themselves killed in the process, she got an idea. "Besides, look at the state of that sofa! It's dustier than Seer's penis! And I know what table you're talking about. Have you looked at the surface of it? Were you using your chainsaw on it? Because I don't know how else to explain those scratches!"
He considered her words for a moment, glancing down at the cushion he was sitting upon before sighing. "I suppose you're right! Okay, you win this time, sweetie." He hopped off of the sofa and brushed the dust off of his butt. "Now speaking of my chainsaw, where is it? It could use a makeover too before we head out!"
The weight of F'ein's dick and, more so, the Monster Beef struggling on the ventilation grate caused it to break free, falling and smacking Reverend Jones over the head.
"Ow! What the hell was that?!" Jones shouted, rubbing his head as both he and Markus looked around for what struck him, further delaying Markus' consumption of his wine and pre-cum.
The pair of dicks didn't fall with the grate. Despite his lack of hands, F'ein somehow managed to grab a hold of both the edge of the vent and the Beef. The latter dangled in the air, saved by a lone pube. The excitement of it all had a string of pre-cum slowing oozing from the head of the Beef.
Before the pre-cum could land on either Reverend Jones or Markus, a rat, eager to escape the ventilation system, crawled over F'ein and fell below. The squeaking rodent landed in Markus' goblet, sending his wine splashed all over both himself and Jones.
After the initial shock passed, Markus said, "I told them I wanted the rats GONE!" In anger, he swung his goblet, sending the soaked rat flying into a concrete wall.
Even with the blame placed on the rat, F'ein and the Monster Beef weren't safe just yet as F'ein struggled to haul the Beef back into the vents with him, the string of pre-cum steadily growing longer.
"Give it up, Angel!" Deadblood pleaded. Even if the kid wasn't a threat, he didn't like being out in the open for so long, risking someone more threatening overhearing them with each word spoken. "The kid's either sleepwalking or he's as drunk as his parents! Either way: Not. Our. Problem."
Angel didn't even hear him at that moment, far more curious about this Cadmus. "What do you mean, tucked in bed?" she asked, reaching out slowly to feel his forehead for a fever. There wasn't one. He felt a little cold actually, probably since he was almost naked.
"I'm in bed..." Cadmus answered, still staring into the locket. "I'm asleep..."
"There you have it! He's sleepwalking! He'll wake up in a little while, realize he's NOT in bed, and hopefully go away on his own! Bye-bye now!" He shooed the boy off. As much as he wanted to retreat back into his cabin however, he didn't want to leave Angel by herself out there.
"I like this locket... I think I've seen it before..." Cadmus quit touching the locket and rather than looking at Angel some more, he looked past her at Deadblood. "They're always watching."
DB immediately tensed up and raised his bow, looking all around at the woods, waiting for anyone and anything to emerge. Nothing did. "Okay, Angel. I think this has gotten weird enough for one night. Say your goodbyes and we'll go back inside to figure out what we're going to do next."
