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thing took his hair and flossed its yellowish teeth with it. Im Max, by the way. And these are my boys. I dont know if June told you about us but she probably should have. Kevin looked at June who was looking down at the floor. June, whats going on? Max took a step closer. Yeah, honey bunch, tell your little douche-bag friend here all about us. He crouched down and put his face to Junes. Tell him all the wet, sloppy moments we spent together. Junes hand shot up and slapped Max across the cheek, sending him backwards. Pop grabbed June by the hair and threw 66 Piecemeal June her up against the couch. Fucking cunt. Kevin lunged for Pops legs but was met with a kick in the nose. Kevins cell phone started to ring. Give me the phone, Max said and when Kevin didnt comply, he dug into his pockets and got it himself. Then he smashed it against the wall. Kevin heard the snapping of claws as the crab-creatures taunted him. He closed his eyes. Immediately he thought of Mushy, thought of all the times he saw him get his brains beat in and how he didnt try to talk Mushy out of it. He thought of Ryan and his now legless girlfriend. Then he heard the pitter-patter of cat feet. From out of the bedroom Mithra came running, carrying another tarot card in his mouth. The cat dropped it at Maxs feet. What the fucks this? Max picked the card up: the Three of Swords. A faint sound of rumbling came from the bathroom. It got louder and louder, ajarring din of watery commotion and metallic clanking. Max motioned for Pop. Go check it out. As Pop walked with trepidation to the bathroom, a figure appeared in the front doorway. It was Mushy. Hey Kevin, I tried calling you, he stopped himself once his eyes took in the scene. Max was about to order Macchu, Bacchu, and Frank to slaughter the intruder but was interrupted by the explosion: gallons upon gallons of chunky shit-water spilling out from the bathroom. Pop was carried in the mess and landed on top of June. Get outta the way, you little bitch! He gave June a punch in the jaw. Mushy reacted. Despite being a fighter, he was generally a well-mannered guy. As soon as he saw that biker piece of shit punch that nice girl in the face, his blood boiled and his mind blocked out the reality of the flood of shit that just exploded from the bathroom. Ankle-deep in bowel soup, Mushy landed punch after punch on Pops skull. His arthritic knuckles cracked from the 67 Jordan Krall force but Mushy kept at it, making the skull crackle and pop like a plastic Easter egg. Chunks of Pops skull flew across the room and landed in Mithras litter box. He spent his last living moments thinking about his fish. Whos gonna take care of them? Theyre saltwater fish. Theyre fragile! And then his body and mind surrendered. Max was stunned. Macchu, Bacchu, and Frank looked horrified as if they knew what was coming. There was no longer a toilet in the bathroom. In its place a bald woman stood, naked and covered in brown streaks. She turned around, revealing a large swirling pit in her back. Kevin thought it looked like a big old puddle of shit. An arm appeared out of hole. Then two arms. Then a head. A torso. Legs. A whole man squeezed out of the womans back and plopped onto the floor. He was dressed in regal robes which were also stained with brown and black streaks. The man stood up and looked at the three crab-creatures. You little ingrates! Ill deal with you three later! He pointed his finger at each of them. They scurried back with their heads down like scolded puppies. Maxs jaw fell open as if he knew he was figuratively and literally in the deepest shit of his life. Simon looked at June. Do you remember who I am? She looked up at him and nodded her head. There was a layer of her consciousness that knew everything about this man. She knew that for a very short time she was his Most Holy Whore. But she also knew that it wasnt completely her, that it was only some distant part and that fact was overwhelming. She sobbed into Kevins