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Father was mixing up a new medicine concoction The police are once more chasing Brother and his
from the dextrose bottles he had taken from children's gang. It doesn't seem to matter how much you pay
ward of Troma Hospital. During their break, the them off, their pockets are really deep. Ester got hit.
nurses and doctors were whispering conspiratorially He's down. Brother can't stop to help even if they got
at the canteen. Father had just come up with his new circumcised at the same time, de-virginized at the
brew in his basement lab early that morning and same time at Bad Luck Club by a whore with FDT,
named it "Gardener." Once it enters the bloodstream, killed their first Chinese at the same time. Because he
all the red blood cells turn red and plants will sprout knows a bullet is a bullet is a bullet. Because he
from every orifice: eyes, mouth, nose, ears, asshole, knows, the Chinese guy had paid the cops double.
etc. In other words, you're dead meat. The children's Because he knows, things like this happen in war. Us
ward of Troma Hospital smells lovely. versus You. To hell with dead friends.
Baby's sleeping on Mother's bosom. Hungry as hell. A Father is one lucky bastard tonight. Guess who's
bottle of powdered milk's stuck up in nose, a mixture coming closer? The president himself. Why is the
of cow and goat's milk is running on IV through his president walking under the rain in the dead of night?
veins, while he's suckling poor Mother's teats. It's forbidden to ask things that aren't important.
Action speaks louder than words. And Father started
Business' still good at the wet market. Even for the to do what he had to do. Even if it was late at night
blind. Mother still gets three hundred for a blind and it meant risking pneumonia.
whore. A blind whore! This new drug, "Mice," really
fucks you up. Sells like hotcakes. Supplies snatched It's Sister's turn to lead the prayer. "Bless (I can't take
up before you can even blink. it anymore!) us (Please have mercy!) O (You
motherfucking cunts!) Lord (Aaaah!), and (Shit!) these
Father can't get enough. His hunger is insatiable. (Fuck!) thy (My God!) gifts (Help!), which (Let me out!)
Even when everyone at Troma Hospital's had their fill, we (Haven't you had enought?) are (Fuck you!) about
from fine patients to sickly doctors, he still can't get (Don't you have any soul?) to (Don't you have any
enough. He's shivering in the shadows of the alley. sisters?) receive (Don't you have a mother?) from
Like a cat starving for a week. Like an addict in a (Help!) thy (Jesus Christ!) bounty (Beasts!), through
basement. Waiting. For fish going flip-flop on dry land. (Just kill me!) Christ (I'll kill you all!), our (Lunatics!)
For a wayward hit. Drizzling. Lord (Assholes, all of you!), Amen (Fuck you!)." And
Sister had no more appetite left at all.
Brother's plate is licked clean. You'd also clean yours
if you were beaten up as a child for not finishing Mother is opening a new branch today. The ninth
everything until your backside was sore. Then you'd Love Heaven at New Metropolis. Complete with every
have nightmares at night: hunted by leftover rice that new gadget for one's pleasure and satisfaction. The
would catch up and stick all over you, then turn to rice winners of the Miss Love Heaven contest have just
paste, you turning to rice paste, until it's impossible to arrived. Smelling sweet and fresh. Cutting the ribbon
even move, much less escape, until it dissolves, but it at the opening ceremony is Domina, former Miss Love
wouldn't matter because you're part of it and you're Heaven International.
not sure if you had dissolved yourself.
It's Baby's birthday. They won't be having soil. Not
Baby's gone AWOL again. The whole family's looking barbecued soil, not carbonara soil, not soil stew.
for him. Where's their beloved baby? Finally, they find There's no trace of soil on the table. Baby's surely
him at the cockpit. The gamblers had mistaken him estatic. If only he was there. But Baby was there. Get
for Christ. Oh Baby, what have you gotten into now? it? Hahaha! Served up on a silver platter. Hahaha!
Too bad though, he had bet on the loser cock that Whathefuck... You got me there.
offed the winning Texas breed.
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Mother is wailing in front of her soil stew. She forgot
it's forbidden to cry at the dining table. Father stood
up and stomped out of the house. Mother's wailing
became louder. Sister and Brother followed. So did
Baby. When she was left alone, Mother abruptly
stopped crying and gorged on her favorite dish.