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fucking kite on meth? He crunched down on a handful of cereal. Hell yeah. The shit we made her do, Christ. Ill tell you, you and I were drunk as hell that night but 63 Jordan Krall after I looked at all the footage, man, half the shit we recorded I cant even release or Id have lawsuits up my ass! Max let out a fart and lifted his ass off the couch. Yeah, I dont remember much of what we did but I recall a dirty toilet brush. And some oysters, I remember oysters. Pop laughed so hard he almost choked on a crunchberry. Oysters, yeah. That little bitch had it coming, asking for meth the whole time, telling us shell suck both our cocks. She wants to score, she better be ready to earn it! In the kitchen, Macchu was quiet, contemplating his role. Normally he was okay with butchering humans and sending them to the Women of the Gati. But for some reason, this situation was setting him on edge. Something wasnt right. His association with Max wasnt that appropriate to begin with but Macchu had already made temporary peace with that mistake. Bacchu threw an egg beater at Macchus head. Think fast, fuckface. Frank and Bacchu laughed. Macchu grunted and sent a handful of spoons flying at the two of them. They ran into the living room. Knock it off in there, will you? Youre like a bunch of children, for Christs sake. Max shouted. Hey, Max, Pop said, know what I heard? I heard that in Japan, a guy can walk into one of these shops and pick out a girl and go into a room with her and shell sit there right in front of the guy and spit into a clear container. The guy can actually buy her fucking saliva, can you believe that? Max chuckled. Yeah, I fucking believe it. Some sick people out there. * * * Simon straddled one of his favorite whores and found that he was 64 Piecemeal June bored. He looked down at the beautiful diseased ear that he was screwing and pulled his penis out. Leaving his harem to worry about their master, Simon left and went back to the Orange Dukkha. When he got there, Latrina was getting ready to do a reading for a hermaphroditic hermit who came down from the hills only once a year. With a respectful gesture, Simon motioned the hermit to step aside and then escorted Latrina to the back room. I want you to do a reading, Latrina. She sighed and turned her back, revealing fecal whirlpool. I dont think youre going to like what you see. I didnt want to say anything... Latrina frowned. I knew it! Simon yelled. Latrina walked toward him and put her hands on his shoulders. Relax. I think something has to be done but I think we have to do some traveling. Simons eyes grew wide in shock. So I was right? Somethings different. After you left I had Steven take a look to find out if there was anything to do with June that we should be worried about. She paused and looked down at her feet. Junes dead, Simon. She killed her husband and then herself. Latrina never withheld information even if that meant emotional devastation. Simon stood silent, eyes filling with tears, his mind and body recalling every moment he spent with the flesh-and-blood June St. clair. Latrina put her mouth close to his ear. Junes second self woke up. What? But I thought... Simons mouth opened in a grin. Thats wonderful! Latrina kissed him on the cheek. Its not that simple. Let me explain.... 65 CHAPTER THIRTEEN As soon as he put the key into the door, Kevin knew something was wrong. The doorknob fell limp and then dropped down the stairs. What the hell? The door opened and he was grabbed by the throat and thrown onto the floor. June soon followed. Kevin looked up and saw two sleazy men and three freakish looking crab-human things. He grabbed June and pulled her close. The man with the hairy chest and gold chain around his neck spoke. So, youre the asshole. The other guy smirked and scratched his crotch. He doesnt look like much. One of the crab-things came close to Kevin and snapped a claw at him, plucking a single hair out of his head. Kevin yelped and watched as the