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Three Fifteen, Dwayne Gets A Call That Would Get Him In Trouble With His Probation Officer

“Who the fuck is calling at three a.m.? This better be fucking important!”

“Meepmermmpmepmrpmeeprmmrmp—”

“Slow down! (Hang on baby.) What?”

“Merrpmrp merp mp meep mip meep!”

“No fuckin’ way! What kind of animal? (You might as well get dressed. Hey, we still got any of those microwave things?) I’m listenin’.”

“Meep erm mrp mepp erp meep—”

“(Yeah, those.) Waitasec. Whose teeth? (I don’t know, make a whole box.)”

“Mrm.”

“Naw, I’m listenin’. Wait… okay. Now, who—”

“Mrpm mrr mrip mep mrm. Mr mm eep mrp mrrmr.”

“So the guy with the teeth blew up the animal?”

“Mrp mrp meep mrp mrperp!”

“He blew up the whole fuckin’ lab!”

“Mrperp!”

“The animal blew up the lab? What kinda animal?”

“Mrp!”

“Yeah, but what kind of animal—”

“Mrp! Mep mrp meep mrp mep meep mrp ep erp meep mrp eep mep! Mrp erp memeememe!”

“I can’t do that. My probation officer finds—”

“Mrperp mepp mrmpme!”

“Don’t! I won’t… Okay… come over, but come around the back. Hello? Hello? Shit.”

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