“Pah! I care not to think of such things. I plant my seed in the pussy, and I drink the
strongest drinks I can find. That’s all that truly --” Brendan’s words stopped in their tracks, and
his eyes widened. “By the holy and unholy both, do ya see that!?” Brendan pointed to an orange
tree in someone’s front-yard.
“An orange tree, there in the bloody lawn!” I said, “I can’t figure that for the life of
me.”
“Aye, nor can I.”
“You know it’s a symbol of prosperity, don’t you?”
“Nay, can’t say I’ve ever heard that.”
“Aye, my friend. It is”
“Bah! Fuck that! It’ll never survive the winter!” Perhaps neither will we, if the
Gambit-God so desires. I held my tongue. It was silent then, a rare occurrence between he and I.
Brendan looked at me. The same look he gave me at McDonalds that night. Does he… Brendan
removed a hand from the gel and -“OH!” Brendan abruptly pulled into what appeared to be an abandoned lot. “Well, here
it is!”
“What, an empty lot?”
“Nay, my friend. This here is where one can find the best moonshine this side of the
Epsilon Quadrant. None of that fucking piss-water we had earlier!” Brendan removed his hands
from the gel-pockets of his hover-car, and stepped out of the plasma barrier. I promptly followed
his lead.
“How do we get in? I don’t see a bloody fucking thing.”