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“Rolling for what?” Bullets wondered.
“I say we pick one of the choices, and say-too, fin-ee,” Shank said.
“Ya’ll are either in a hurry for a wife or just in a h urry,” Bishop said before reminding, “There’s no take backs on this.”
“Well, we have mandatory classes for where to put our dick,” 8-Bit said. “We can add classes for how to survive our choices.”
“Saywhat?” Bullets shot.
“Which part?” 8-Bit returned.
“What mandatory classes.”
“I was about to get to that,” Bishop said, getting a round of masculine lament.
“I don’t need an anatomy class,” Patches reminded.
“It’s more than that,” Bishop said. “The Belle Eveque knows what she’s doing, we need to trust her in this one. She says you’ll all want to kiss her later, but of course you won’t if you like having lips on your face.”
“Classes,” Traps muttered with hefty disgust.
“Whatkindof classes?” Bullets sounded ready to draw his weapon.
“We gonna need backpacks and crayons for this?” Patches grinned in wonder.
“Maybe they show their work on slates,” Lesion said. “Little naughty stick figures in chalk.”
At hearing he thought he was exempt, Bishop informed, “All of us are taking classes. Including those already with wives. Me included,” he added over the sudden mix of ass burns.
“Bring on the classes,” Hurricane said. “My speed is stuck on demolish everything. My sister said I better get a hold of a kill switch before Ikillany hopes of keeping a woman.” He gave one of his full throttle laughs. “I just need a woman who can take an earth mover in bed.”
Traps filled the room with booming guffaws. “Earth mover. Well,mywoman will need to be ready for fifty ways of hog-tied. She’ll—”
“So, the ball is still go, only we do one female?” Shank cut in, agitated. “Are we rolling the Fate Dice for that one female?”
“That’s up to you. Each of you,” Bishop added. “No group dice rolls for this one.”
“I have mine picked,” 8-Bit said.
“So do I,” Bullets informed.
“I’m tempted to roll the Dice,” Patches said.
“Same,” came Bacon.
“What about Halloween this year?” Bullets wondered. “The kids need that.”
“Yeah,” they all concurred with Bullets adding, “I don’t like these devils fucking with what’s theirs.”
“We’ll do it. At the right time. They don’t care about exact dates, and they’ll enjoy it all the same.”
“They’ll have no choice,” Spook said, sounding pissed.
“Well, I’ll be damn,” Bishop said, amazed. “I knew yall fuckin’ liked it,” he chuckled.
“I never said I didn’t like it,” Patches defended.
“Mon Dieu, themumblingandgrumblingsare recorded in the swamp’s annals. So, what changed your mind? It was the story idea?”
