CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Doctor Dave woke up. He was annoyed to see that the girl he had banged the night before was still in his bed.
"Are you still here," he said, not even stating it as a question, not hiding the disgust in his voice.
"Last night was great, baby," she said, rolling over to lookg at him. Doctor Dave recoiled. Those night club lights had been kind to her. Very kind.
"Fuck," he said. "I mean, for a normal person this would be acceptable, but I'm Doctor nosefucking Dave. Hide your face as you leave."
"You said you could get me some pills, man," she said. Why had she said "man" like that, Dave wondered. Was she a hippy? Oh fuck. Her hair was really long. She was a fucking hippy, wasn't she?
"You're one of them, aren't you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she said, getting out of bed now. She was naked. It wasn't just the hair on her head that was long.
"Fuck," he said.
"So about these pills..."
"Do you have a fuckdamn prescription?" he asked.
"No, man," she said.
"Well will you overdose and die in a gutter?"
"No!"
"Oh. Well, I'll give you them anyway," he sighed.
"Thanks!" she said, doing a little dance.
"No problem, bitch," he said, reaching under his bed and pulling out the first bottle he found. "Here. Take as many as you fuckdamn want a day."
"What are they?"
"Fucked if I know. Might be Jape pills."
"Jape pills? I've never had them, man."
"You wouldn't, they're for menopausal women."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, but they, umm, give you a great...trip...man," Doctor Dave spat out. He hated using hippy speak.
"Mega!" she said, taking the bottle. "Well, I'll be going then, give me a call sometime."
"YEAH, SURE," said Dave, a huge "fuck off" grin on his face. "Wait, arent' you going to wear clothes?"
"Don't you remember? That bastard priest stole my clothes when he was trying to rape me. You rescued me."
It all came rushing back now. Doctor Dave's arch enemy had been at the club. The Purple Priest. A priest who wore purple all the time. And raped women. Doctor Dave had saved dozens of women from him then bagned them consentually afterwards. That's what had happened last night.
"That fucking shitfoot," said Dave. "I should kill him." And he really should, he thought. He wouldn't be banging anymore dodgy hippy broads like this one if the Purple Priest was dead. Plus he was evil and stuff.
"Hey man, human life is sacred," said the woman. Dave had to restrain himself from slapping her.
"GET OUT," he boomed and she shrugged and left. He picked up his phone and hit a button. "Hello, Brutus? Yeah, it's me. I need the biggest fucking knife you have. No, that's a sword. I want a knife. A big fucking knife."
TO BE CONTINUED
"Are you still here," he said, not even stating it as a question, not hiding the disgust in his voice.
"Last night was great, baby," she said, rolling over to lookg at him. Doctor Dave recoiled. Those night club lights had been kind to her. Very kind.
"Fuck," he said. "I mean, for a normal person this would be acceptable, but I'm Doctor nosefucking Dave. Hide your face as you leave."
"You said you could get me some pills, man," she said. Why had she said "man" like that, Dave wondered. Was she a hippy? Oh fuck. Her hair was really long. She was a fucking hippy, wasn't she?
"You're one of them, aren't you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" she said, getting out of bed now. She was naked. It wasn't just the hair on her head that was long.
"Fuck," he said.
"So about these pills..."
"Do you have a fuckdamn prescription?" he asked.
"No, man," she said.
"Well will you overdose and die in a gutter?"
"No!"
"Oh. Well, I'll give you them anyway," he sighed.
"Thanks!" she said, doing a little dance.
"No problem, bitch," he said, reaching under his bed and pulling out the first bottle he found. "Here. Take as many as you fuckdamn want a day."
"What are they?"
"Fucked if I know. Might be Jape pills."
"Jape pills? I've never had them, man."
"You wouldn't, they're for menopausal women."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, but they, umm, give you a great...trip...man," Doctor Dave spat out. He hated using hippy speak.
"Mega!" she said, taking the bottle. "Well, I'll be going then, give me a call sometime."
"YEAH, SURE," said Dave, a huge "fuck off" grin on his face. "Wait, arent' you going to wear clothes?"
"Don't you remember? That bastard priest stole my clothes when he was trying to rape me. You rescued me."
It all came rushing back now. Doctor Dave's arch enemy had been at the club. The Purple Priest. A priest who wore purple all the time. And raped women. Doctor Dave had saved dozens of women from him then bagned them consentually afterwards. That's what had happened last night.
"That fucking shitfoot," said Dave. "I should kill him." And he really should, he thought. He wouldn't be banging anymore dodgy hippy broads like this one if the Purple Priest was dead. Plus he was evil and stuff.
"Hey man, human life is sacred," said the woman. Dave had to restrain himself from slapping her.
"GET OUT," he boomed and she shrugged and left. He picked up his phone and hit a button. "Hello, Brutus? Yeah, it's me. I need the biggest fucking knife you have. No, that's a sword. I want a knife. A big fucking knife."
TO BE CONTINUED