Karen, I said, I'm taking my thirty now, but she just started at me with those dead fish eyes, like a goddam boiled haddock. Veins all puffed up from the glutamite. I said your face looks like a dog's dick, ya fuckin harpy, tryin to goad her like, hopin she'd stir and put me on in-house, or at least tell me to file a behavioural or somethin, but instead a words her mouth threw up some more pasty slobber. All right then you grody cunt, you melting G head bitch, I kicked her desk for emphasis, you'll know who to thank when the two-one rolls around an your name ain't on the list.

At this her fingers jerked a bit, and one a her eyes started turnin in my direction. Before it reached me her mouth decided ta erupt again, and she went down in convulsions. For a bit I thought about joinin her there, but I figured it'd play better with big M in the long run if I just got the hunt over with and then went through with my threat.

I opened the door an stepped into the hall. The place was darker than satan's colon, but it didn't matter much cause there was only really one way ta go. After a minute a cautious gropin I found tha metal grate an dragged it open. The lift had a sticky orange red button that glowed an let you see just a little, which was good cause of all the rusted scraps and wires reachin out ta poke ya. I slammed the button with ma palm an held it down, prayin it wouldn't stall. The reekin mess a bones in the corner could testify to the expidency a the repair crews.

The lift began ta groad an struggle upwards, remindin me a bit a Karen recoverin from one a her oh dees.