My teeth dig in deep and you screech in pain, you call me an IMP again and I just bite down harder. You go for my hair, you go for my face…I endure it all. Which is not that hard when you’ve got something tasty to bite down on. But then I hear a familiar voice and the smell of gin. I stop biting to snarl:
“Et Tu Erin?”
Then it happens….
Ow… Ow… Ow… Fuck! Arghhhh you bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch! I scream
With a cheeky assist from my best friend Erin you give my tail a cheeky pull. To say it hurt is the understatement of the century, naturally I’m too busy screaming to bite you. Our limbs begin to flail about all over the place and in the chaos we hit Stormbolts old iPod…the infernal device still had some power and it plays this song:
https://youtu.be/_P19qxBH9x8?si=odnIkSs0ObDzGIidStormbolt’s anime playlist fills the room with cringe and now we both begin to experience a new kind of suffering. In the chaos you let go of my tail and we untangle from each other. I shout out over the music:
“Ali, turn that awful racket off!”
You look for the iPod but can’t find it, the situation was bleak for us both.
You snap:
“Kate this is your fault you bitch!”
“My fault, my fault…it was you who kicked the device on!” I reply
“You fucking imp, you kicked it on bitch!”
“Fuck you Ali, fuck you!” I snarl
We both get on our feet, we’ve both been tormented in the most inhuman way…our ear drums feel like bursting. But then suddenly it was silence, the battery died. In a rush of euphoria I say:
“Thank God!”
You smirk and say “The IMP said what?”
I go coy and shuffle on the spot:
“Ali…oh sweet Ali. Can you please forget I said that? If the big boss man finds out… he will dock my pay!”
You smirk, as you consider your options…meanwhile our hands begin to twitch
