Sunday, March 25, 2007

The Next Line 17

"Konichiwa Mama-san Mei-Li," Shane asked using Galen's phone.

Galen's smacked the back of Shane's head with his open palm.

"Stop using my phone, asshole." Galen grabbed the phone.

"But it's your sister."

“If she answers you're dead." Galen drew in a deep breath. "I'm going to rip your head off and shit down your fucking neck,” he bellowed. Then he listened.

"Tomorrow, the high will be 85 and the low . . . "

Galen cut the connection. Holding his hand to the side of his face with his thumb to his ear and his little finger at his mouth, Shane mocked Galen."You think-ie I phone gull-flend? No! Papa-san. I phone your sista. What you think she say, Galen-San?" Galen clenched his jaw. Shane continued without pause. "She say; Fie doll-ah, papa-san. We fuckie-fuckie all night for fie dollah.” Shane shook his hips, smacking his manhood against his stomach.

“Bastard! Your mother's a whore and your father's a psychotic degenerate." Galen slapped Shane's cock and chucked the phone into the toilet. It sizzled and hissed as the automatic sensor flushed it away.

The two men froze as they heard the locker room door open and an authoritative voice call out, "Brother Galen, Brother Shane? Are you in here? Get your vestments on, the choir's almost ready and you know we can't start without the descant."


Dialogue: Dave Fragments.....The Next Line: Anonymous

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Loved the last line! Dave, a suggestion: Run, don't walk, to your nearest bookstore and purchase a copy of Strunk and White's Elements of Style. Read it. Study it. Learn it.

Dave said...

Monastic Choirboys, oh that's so mean!