Baxter

"You quite possibly utter the most obnoxious phrases I ever encountered in all my forsaken earthly adventures and thus far I can finally admit to being annoyed beyond the desire to live."

"Wait you forgot the part about his extremely horrific bad breath."

"Yes might I include that the odor of your mouth is that of which even the toilets of greedy men would recede into clay deposits just so the organisms that gather to create such a vessel can finally get some fresh air."

"That was not descriptive enough my dear comrade."

"Please.....interject with your unkind words......feel free to be as wicked as possible."

"Your face makes the sun turn around and spit at the fucking moon."

This might be laughter but the sound is louder than lightening thunder, might be giggling if the gnomes ate a whole batch of psychedelic mushrooms; we might be smiling but the pain of our cheek bones rubbing flesh is worry for our faces to freeze inside this position.

"Is there anything you two would like to add before I inject you with this special fluid I concocted just for my precious twins?"

"Actually there is something I would like to add....."

"Yes I would like to add to my comrade's addition for the final equation."

"Uh - huh......sure............."

"You first...."

"No it's got to be you."

"By the way did I ever tell you that I forgive you."

"Did I ever say I was sorry?"

"No...."

"Well I'm not so don't forgive me."

"Are you two going to go on with your bashing or not."

"Just inject us with the fluid."

"Yeah I'm ready for the shit."

"Oh never mind. It's only satisfying when you demean me."

"You are satisfied by revenge from being demeaned?"

"Absolutely.......it's how I touch greatness."

"It is not possible to touch greatness."

"Greatness is untouchable."

Discomfort is unable to describe the table of dissection. Unfortunately together we are unstoppable rolling beasts of evil coos panicking physical convulsions deeper than water wells full of man eating alligators.

"You two are so much alike but different in specific aspects."

"Really.....you don't say but you did anyways. What specific aspects would these be?"

"You both admire each other so much that you do not know the difference of your chemistry except for the sheer fact you are not blood related."

"Well you know what genius?"

"Did you call me a genius?"

"Yes well he called you a genius."

"Please....go on!"

Sweat beads of masturbation worthy gratification form while the fog of his presence is unbearable.

"I could of told you that with that microscope in between your legs."

A growl resonates the atmosphere; I desperately desire oxygen.

"How did you know I put it between my legs?"

"Look just inject us with that shit and put us down alright!"

"Seriously this is torture in itself. This kind of torture is ridiculous. It is not even humorous to me anymore. If it was not for the fact that you are as ridiculous as this torture then I would not be able to withstand even being here. If it was not for the fact that you used some kind of deviant frequency to blow up our sonar then this shit would be in a fucking comic book if it was not actually happening."

"Yeah! Bitch!"

We lost our minds from playing the world of appearances, we no longer know when play is over, we shall treat this creature as a viewing listener of many consumer privileges.

"You will get your punishment."

"I thought this was it."

"It will be far worse."

"Are you sure because this is really fucking bad."

Moans and groans squeeze from a bottle.

"Did you shut the cage door on one of the mice's tails again?"

"No it's me.....I'm crying."

"Why are you crying?"

"Yes.....why is it that you cry. I am curious......it could be scientific."

"Oh hush can't you see that this man is in pain?"

"Actually I cannot see since he has disbanded our ability to capture waves in light and sound for my eyeballs to focus."

Cerebral cortex valves open the emotion of lightness; massive pressure lifts from our cranium domes. Tears puddle around a man the Hunchback of Notre Dame reincarnated for a final scene out of literature folklore.