Good as New
“You really tink we
look okay?”
“Absolutely!”
“But we don’t have
any shoes.”
“Sorry but our
customers aren’t going anywhere, they don’t need them, so we don’t have em. How about the ones ya wore?”
“Iggieee…those tings
has shit on em, an pee too!”
“Yea man, they
stink!”
“Awww…we can clean em
up.” He smiled.
“Yea but da thought
we walking on sheeety shoes.”
“Hey you’re not
wearing underwear, and that doesn’t seem to bother ya.”
“Yea, but nobody can
see anything joo no, but we will no bouda shoes.”
“Well nobody but us
knows about the shoes, so if you don’t tell, then neida will I.”
Iggy went back out the
door, and was back a few moments later with their shoes. He’d cleaned them up,
knowing he didn’t have any in his emergency closet.
“Hea ya go, it’s the
best I can do.”
Sonia put one to her
nose, and took a whiff,
“Not bad, I don’t
smell piss on em. A lil ammonia, but okay I’ll wear em, thank you very much.”
“Oooo, no no caca
smell eida! I wear them too. How can we ehva, ehva repay joo!”
“Fahgedit...hey youse
ain’t doped up is ya?”
“Oh no, no no no sir,
I don’t do drugs, ever!” Morgana protested as she violently shook her head, and
hands.
“I don’t get it, why
were you so freaked out? Didn’t ya know Horhey is a mortician? Didn’t you get a clue when you saw the stairs?”
“I’m sorry, really
deeply, truly sorry! It's my fault.”
“Say what?” Morgana
interjected.
“I’m sorry, I thought
it would be cool, and I put a tab of acid in the punch.” Sonia apologized.
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