Meatpie and his friends were spending time at the bit of unused council plot behind my house. They play cards and sports and junk. Stuff that guys do. I just watched at them from behind the fence because I had nothing better to do. There was nothing on TV and all the housework that was needed to be done was already finished. They invited me to join in but I turned them down. I don't want to get all dirty and stinky. Anyway, they had a bet about something. I don't know. I didn't pay attention. They kept bugging where I place my bet. I told them I don't gamble but they said it's OK. That they just want to know what I think. I gave it some thought and gave my best theory for the outcome. They all seemed sceptical and placed their bets on the exact opposite. Everyone placed their bets wrong and somehow I got it right. Don't remember why though or what it was all about. They weren't too pleased about it.
But really. The only reason why they hang around me was because they feel sorry for me. Because I have no friends. Not that I care what they think. They all dished out their wager and tried to give them to me. "I didn't place any money on the table!" I told them, so I can't take them. But they insisted. I don't want to take their money. Who knows where they got it from. Meatpie probably got his dough from some his shady Bulgarian mafia business. Hellpup probably got his from his beer money. Darkside from the people he allegedly murdered. Enthilza and Arrowman's money might be alright, but they are still proceedings from gambling, so I still can't take it. God knows where CJ(ColdJoe) got his. They told me "money is money" and that it was stupid to turn away free cash. No way am I taking that dosh. I told them to keep it and spend it amongst themselves but they wouldn't listen. They were either being friendly or too pushy to be nice towards me. I thought for a moment and made a deal. I remembered that the neighbour next door owns a warehouse. I thought I could trick them into doing a community service instead, thinking that would get them to leave me alone. It didn't! They actually said yes and said they'll come around tomorrow. I told them that they got to do manual work and lift heavy objects and can you believe what they said? They said, "Yes!" They showed up the next day, not too happy about what was in store for them that day. I told them I thought they weren't going to show up. Meatpie responded by saying he's a man of his word. CJ nodded in agreement. How noble...! The neighbour told his workers to have a day's leave with pay in turn for the labour force of the guys. The workers thanked them for it and went home to their families. The boss patted the guys' shoulders and shook hands with them, thanking for their help. He's just pleased because it's good for business. After that, they guys started working. I didn't even lift a finger. I spent time teasing them like, "put your backs to it!" and "can you be any slower!" and "I thought you can lift heavier things than that Larry! Put more effort!" The guys grumbled and made faces. Not once complaining. I giggled looking at their tired expressions, annoyed by the name calling and antagonising speeches.
It had been a few hours and I thought I'd give them some water and biscuits. Everyone had some and carried on working. By the time I went over to Meatpie, all the biscuits were gone and all that was left was a bottle of water. I gave it to him and he drank it, then made a sigh of relief after quenching his thirst. "I've done my part!" he told me after lifting the last heavy package and stacking it. I thanked him for his effort. "Don't mention it!" He responded then rubbed his jaw. I apologised to him that I've run out of biscuits and went to get some more. Then I heard a strong bump on the floor. It was Meatpie! He collapsed! I called out to the guys for help. I have no idea what to do. I called out his name but no response came from him. I tried to feel for his pulse, but there was none. I touched his hand and it was cold. Almost as cold as the fairly smooth and shiny floor of the hangar. His glassy piercingly strong glance was haunting. I tried to follow his gaze, perhaps he had seen something that shocked him, but it only pointed to the roof of the warehouse.
The guys heard my cry, came and told me to move away. Enthilza tried to revive him but then shook his head. Hellpup tried as well and the same look was expressed. CJ looked sad, probably because he once said he wanted to die before Meatpie does. Everyone felt bad about what has happened. Then Hellpup began rubbing poor Meatpie's... He looked up with a certain mischievous smile on his face. "Guys..." he said. They all seemed to get the idea. I was a bit slow but eventually get what was happening. "What shall we do first?" Hellpup asked. "Let's strip him naked... Slowly." I was horrified! The guys began to close in to Meatpie's deceased shell and began rummaging on him. I shouted at them to stop but they wouldn't listen. I even tried to pull them away but the just threw me away and kicked me causing me to graze my elbow. It hurts! All sorts of vulgar words and sentences were uttered by them and strange sounds coming from the pervasive communion. I crouched down and crawled into a ball to block out the sacrilegious acts with bits and pieces of the depraved escaped and entered my ear holes. I kept my head down, shielding my eyes with my arms so as not to witness the horrendous acts.
But really. The only reason why they hang around me was because they feel sorry for me. Because I have no friends. Not that I care what they think. They all dished out their wager and tried to give them to me. "I didn't place any money on the table!" I told them, so I can't take them. But they insisted. I don't want to take their money. Who knows where they got it from. Meatpie probably got his dough from some his shady Bulgarian mafia business. Hellpup probably got his from his beer money. Darkside from the people he allegedly murdered. Enthilza and Arrowman's money might be alright, but they are still proceedings from gambling, so I still can't take it. God knows where CJ(ColdJoe) got his. They told me "money is money" and that it was stupid to turn away free cash. No way am I taking that dosh. I told them to keep it and spend it amongst themselves but they wouldn't listen. They were either being friendly or too pushy to be nice towards me. I thought for a moment and made a deal. I remembered that the neighbour next door owns a warehouse. I thought I could trick them into doing a community service instead, thinking that would get them to leave me alone. It didn't! They actually said yes and said they'll come around tomorrow. I told them that they got to do manual work and lift heavy objects and can you believe what they said? They said, "Yes!" They showed up the next day, not too happy about what was in store for them that day. I told them I thought they weren't going to show up. Meatpie responded by saying he's a man of his word. CJ nodded in agreement. How noble...! The neighbour told his workers to have a day's leave with pay in turn for the labour force of the guys. The workers thanked them for it and went home to their families. The boss patted the guys' shoulders and shook hands with them, thanking for their help. He's just pleased because it's good for business. After that, they guys started working. I didn't even lift a finger. I spent time teasing them like, "put your backs to it!" and "can you be any slower!" and "I thought you can lift heavier things than that Larry! Put more effort!" The guys grumbled and made faces. Not once complaining. I giggled looking at their tired expressions, annoyed by the name calling and antagonising speeches.
It had been a few hours and I thought I'd give them some water and biscuits. Everyone had some and carried on working. By the time I went over to Meatpie, all the biscuits were gone and all that was left was a bottle of water. I gave it to him and he drank it, then made a sigh of relief after quenching his thirst. "I've done my part!" he told me after lifting the last heavy package and stacking it. I thanked him for his effort. "Don't mention it!" He responded then rubbed his jaw. I apologised to him that I've run out of biscuits and went to get some more. Then I heard a strong bump on the floor. It was Meatpie! He collapsed! I called out to the guys for help. I have no idea what to do. I called out his name but no response came from him. I tried to feel for his pulse, but there was none. I touched his hand and it was cold. Almost as cold as the fairly smooth and shiny floor of the hangar. His glassy piercingly strong glance was haunting. I tried to follow his gaze, perhaps he had seen something that shocked him, but it only pointed to the roof of the warehouse.
The guys heard my cry, came and told me to move away. Enthilza tried to revive him but then shook his head. Hellpup tried as well and the same look was expressed. CJ looked sad, probably because he once said he wanted to die before Meatpie does. Everyone felt bad about what has happened. Then Hellpup began rubbing poor Meatpie's... He looked up with a certain mischievous smile on his face. "Guys..." he said. They all seemed to get the idea. I was a bit slow but eventually get what was happening. "What shall we do first?" Hellpup asked. "Let's strip him naked... Slowly." I was horrified! The guys began to close in to Meatpie's deceased shell and began rummaging on him. I shouted at them to stop but they wouldn't listen. I even tried to pull them away but the just threw me away and kicked me causing me to graze my elbow. It hurts! All sorts of vulgar words and sentences were uttered by them and strange sounds coming from the pervasive communion. I crouched down and crawled into a ball to block out the sacrilegious acts with bits and pieces of the depraved escaped and entered my ear holes. I kept my head down, shielding my eyes with my arms so as not to witness the horrendous acts.