Now that I've finally finished that chapter, bit by bit. Now I want to know why Dean's crapping himself. However; John and his friends with this bit: Bobby sniffed. “Not so bad when they’re fresh.”
“True.” Reggie’s moustache twitched.
“When they’ve decomposed some… that’s pretty rank. Like burning rotten oysters and vomit.”
“This really ain’t bad. Smells kind of like… what… burnt pork roast?”” Bobby glanced at Pritchard, whose face was turning pale.
“Sweeter, though.” Reggie added.
“Like when the spit broke and my pineapple pig fell into the fire,” Vesi added.
Pritchard made a quiet “urp.”
John repressed a smile. “To be honest? It smells like steak. Like a really good grilled t-bone.”
Had me in absolute fits. John's comment was the last straw.
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Date: 2013-12-21 03:01 pm (UTC)Bobby sniffed. “Not so bad when they’re fresh.”
“True.” Reggie’s moustache twitched.
“When they’ve decomposed some… that’s pretty rank. Like burning rotten oysters and vomit.”
“This really ain’t bad. Smells kind of like… what… burnt pork roast?”” Bobby glanced at Pritchard, whose face was turning pale.
“Sweeter, though.” Reggie added.
“Like when the spit broke and my pineapple pig fell into the fire,” Vesi added.
Pritchard made a quiet “urp.”
John repressed a smile. “To be honest? It smells like steak. Like a really good grilled t-bone.”
Had me in absolute fits. John's comment was the last straw.