the lights to the converted basement buzzed on slick. tale took the shitty chair. he knew the good chair was sonuc. "come on sonuc, i know its you." the chair opened wide "yeah ok but here is the deal"

tale was entirely ears. "so you've seen me, looking close, been out in the garage a few weeks."

tale nod. "yeah its weird. like you were doin weird stuff out there. "

sonuc happened his mouth "mmhm i was just making a pool table. its gorgeous. real imitation oak. i made that. i need a place to store it, and its going in your old room. you'll be down in the converted basement, so lick on it. " sonuc paws. then rupture.

"its a pretty big pool table. i had to make your old room a lot bigger. just kind of pushed it out. let it sprawl. so the converted basement is a lot smaller now than it used to be. you aren't going to have much room to move around. you can feel this now, yes? have you inhaled this thought."

tale nod.

"now good. every day this room will be filling with water. all the sinks, pipes, it all leads right there onto your new bed. you've got a bucket down here, tale. if you don't empty this room out you'll be drowning a lot in the next few months. i figure it will take you a while to get used to it. but ill have you know now, if you don't keep this room in a fit way for our big boy, it'll be you dusting the teeth off your plate, eh?"

"yeah i know sonuc its just a lot to take in at once. " tale nosed.

sonuc nerved from right. his brow twisted and his veins ran runny. "mmhm well just get up and lets have a look at ya. " tale stood high and sonuc ran eye down every heavy inch.

"you look pretty bad tale, i don't trust you to keep up your end of this deal. you look really bad. its a mess. better keep your eyes open or ill mail you somewhere when you got your back turned. you could easily fit inside our mailbox. "

"sonuc i know im not a fucking baby. ive been to the post office before." tale creaked.

sonuc batted him around a few times like a cats catch and then let him lie. tale could touch the ceiling when he lay down in his bed. it curved and lurched in precious curls. there was a light coconut breeze. the lights down there didn't work and the light from upstairs hit him in the eyes.

he reached under the bed and pulled out his cards. they each had a picture of sonuc on one side and on the other side he'd write something about sonuc that made him feel good. he had a full deck and he flipped through it a few times a day. tons and tons of water smacked him right in the goddamn head.