oh, shut up, you little punk, before I delete you! You raise the garment's crotch to your lips, sniff those pungent vapors into your nostrils, and start licking up the warm slime. It tastes vaguely reminiscent of a fish sauce Mother made one time, in a sudden outburst of her ordinarily latent culinary instincts.
it's more like soy sauce.
you say that because you're afraid of the truth. That's why I'm writing this, and not you. You could never muster enough honesty for such a task.
says you.
do you know what they just found out about soy sauce. It's loaded with monosodium glutamate, you know. what?
soy sauce.
I mean what did they find out?
that monosodium glutamate causes brain damage in rats.
why do you mention that?
partly to date the narrative, partly to suggest that maybe that's what's wrong with you. All that Chinese food you used to put away.
are you calling me a rat?
well, if the shoe fits...
fuck you.
you're out of character. You never talked like that. this is a special case.
it's more like soy sauce.
you say that because you're afraid of the truth. That's why I'm writing this, and not you. You could never muster enough honesty for such a task.
says you.
do you know what they just found out about soy sauce. It's loaded with monosodium glutamate, you know. what?
soy sauce.
I mean what did they find out?
that monosodium glutamate causes brain damage in rats.
why do you mention that?
partly to date the narrative, partly to suggest that maybe that's what's wrong with you. All that Chinese food you used to put away.
are you calling me a rat?
well, if the shoe fits...
fuck you.
you're out of character. You never talked like that. this is a special case.