Disorientation
Predator Press
[LOBO]
"Fritz!" Jimmy Orlando wailed, falling to his knees at the news. "Oh my God, not Fritz!"
"Who is Fritz?" LOBO whispers to Brighta.
"Fritz was Jimmy's," he does quote marks in the air with his fingers, "Life Partner."
"Well what happened to the poor bastard?"
"He was the Commander of the Johnson, and killed in the line of duty during a recent troop deployment. Didn't you see any of this in the news?"
"Uh," I says. "Nope."
A prostrate Jimmy Orlando, heaving loud sobs as he wept, was absolutely uncontrollable with grief. Princess Phoebe held him, rocking slowly and drying his tears with a tissue.
I nudged him with my foot. "Dude, if you keep blubbering like this, people are going to think you're gay or something."
[LOBO]
"Fritz!" Jimmy Orlando wailed, falling to his knees at the news. "Oh my God, not Fritz!"
"Who is Fritz?" LOBO whispers to Brighta.
"Fritz was Jimmy's," he does quote marks in the air with his fingers, "Life Partner."
"Well what happened to the poor bastard?"
"He was the Commander of the Johnson, and killed in the line of duty during a recent troop deployment. Didn't you see any of this in the news?"
"Uh," I says. "Nope."
A prostrate Jimmy Orlando, heaving loud sobs as he wept, was absolutely uncontrollable with grief. Princess Phoebe held him, rocking slowly and drying his tears with a tissue.
I nudged him with my foot. "Dude, if you keep blubbering like this, people are going to think you're gay or something."
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