He thrusts the knife into the table and looks at her with sorrow filled eyes. “Sorry, I think I’ve somehow misunderstood the question. Do you think you’d be able to ask it again? Maybe this time though, can you possibly make it make sense.” he says with a broad grin.
He stands there, staring into the darkness, as the flesh that covers his face ebbs with an energy, then explodes open to reveal his mouth hiding beneath. He opens his mouth wide, twists it left, then twists it right, and then he smiles. “What if I could offer you something?”
She picks up a dirty pair of pliers from the table, and takes several deep breaths. “Blood and bone, tooth and nail, give me what I ask!” she says, before grabbing one of her back molars with the pliers and yanking it out, followed closely by a sea of red.
“I felt like maybe there was something more I could be doing. I felt that maybe I could make a difference, that I could be of use to someone, to someone else’s cause.” “But that wasn’t the case, was it?” the man asks as he lets out a stuttered breath.
He laughs loudly, and tightens his hands into fists. “You chose to condemn me whilst I give you opportunity to live! You dare cross my will with a conceded worthless braggart of an attitude, wishing me to rot in hell! Well child, I say to you, why not rot instead!”
“It’s you! You’re the reason! You’re the one guilty of all this shit!” he hisses through a ratty spit drenched beard. “W-W-Why?” “That’s not the question you should be asking, for it should be, why not!” he retorts with glee. “You should see your face right now, it is priceless!”
“Where is he then Lyle? WHERE IS HE TO SAVE THE DAY?” Stanley hisses. Lyle swallows a harsh mouthful of air, and gives Cynthia a wink. “Dad’s been dead for almost seventeen years Stan, he’s not going to save the day today. It’s our time to be all we can.”
“So they lied, and so did you.” He sits back up and looks at her, studying her solid jaw line, as if noticing it for the first time. “Has your jaw always stuck out like that?” he asks. “Yes, and don’t change the subject! Why did you lie to them?”
Lewi smiles and nods his head in answer. “Seriously, you don’t feel compelled to smack something this beautiful on its perfect rear?” “It’s a car! Why the fuck would I want to smack a fucking car?” Lewi laughs, “The real question you should be asking yourself is, why shouldn’t you!”
“I’M NOT THAT SMALL!” he bellows, as his face goes bright red and he tightens his hands into fists. “Pull it out and we’ll measure up, if I’m wrong, I’ll not only let you win, but I’ll give you a congratulatory blow-job as reward,” she says with a wry smile.