Judgment Day
This is post 14 of Section IV. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here. Section IV begins here.
“Oh no,” Mitchell said, looking around in case any more apparitions were preparing to rise up around him. “I know my rights. Your kind always think you can flaunt your twisted, sinful ‘lifestyle’ and silence all the God-fearing citizens of this great country. Well, let me tell you, I’ve read the Constitution, and last time I checked I was still free to—”
“Listen honey,” Sheba cut in. “Alls I know is, I just saw what sure looked like a hate crime. Now why don’t you get your little Rush Limbutt outa here, before I call the cops. O. k.? Let me escort you to your car.”
Sheba stood, smiling encouragingly and offering a large arm that seemed meant to be comforting. Grout looked behind him wistfully at the cars that had begun to come in a steady stream. “All right,” he said. “All right, I’ll go. But you keep your filthy hands off me. And just remember this. We’ll all be judged one day. And when that great day comes—” “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart,” Sheba said. “And don’t forget your Fist of Adonis.” She threw it in the back, and after seeing Grout off returned to the church, humming melodiously.
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“Oh no,” Mitchell said, looking around in case any more apparitions were preparing to rise up around him. “I know my rights. Your kind always think you can flaunt your twisted, sinful ‘lifestyle’ and silence all the God-fearing citizens of this great country. Well, let me tell you, I’ve read the Constitution, and last time I checked I was still free to—”
“Listen honey,” Sheba cut in. “Alls I know is, I just saw what sure looked like a hate crime. Now why don’t you get your little Rush Limbutt outa here, before I call the cops. O. k.? Let me escort you to your car.”
Sheba stood, smiling encouragingly and offering a large arm that seemed meant to be comforting. Grout looked behind him wistfully at the cars that had begun to come in a steady stream. “All right,” he said. “All right, I’ll go. But you keep your filthy hands off me. And just remember this. We’ll all be judged one day. And when that great day comes—” “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart,” Sheba said. “And don’t forget your Fist of Adonis.” She threw it in the back, and after seeing Grout off returned to the church, humming melodiously.
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posted by Hobbes at 8:04 PM
3 Comments:
Oh please, please let the fist of adonis get forgotten in the back of Mitchell's car to become a plot point later.
But that wouldn't be in character for Mitchell, would it?
No, I suppose not, but it would be in character for me to find it funny.
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