A Quaint Gathering

The four corners sat around the dimly lit table and continued their deliberations, they talked long into the night, stopping occasionally to partake of drinks and refreshing drug concoctions that would blow most normal peoples minds. Lionel stood in the corner of the room masturbating, quietly, unobserved, save only for the solitary and seemingly uncaring glance from one of the seated occupants. “Well, that about wraps it up”, said Captain Parmenter and smiled in his colloquial fashion, usually reserved for his most sadistic of friends, “ We’ll meet again, say, in a days time, and this time we will have the secrets to the 369 formula”, they all smiled knowingly and Adrian even smirked, in his charming, reptilian, loathsome fashion. Corporal Agarn took off his old army hat and slung it in the air, he was looking forward to being paid his $10,000 bonus, “Should come in handy, be able to buy many more, many, many more tons of absolutely worthless, useless shit that I can just store on one of my 3 properties, don’t do anything with it of course, just buy stuff and take it home and never look at it again, but I enjoy the senseless achievement that comes with being absolutely drug fucked and brain dead “, he smiled, pleased with his soliloquy, to which all of those in attendance in the front room of Sergeant o’Rourkes lounge room applauded him enthusiastically. Dorothy, as she was called by the Fairlea prison guards and some of the more obnoxious visitors to their house, offered drinks, Kerosene Shandy’s for the more inebriated of the gathering, and, if so called for, a dam decent slug of 20W40, which they so relished. Danny passed by with a cheery, “Hope your balls drop off in the shower, you dopey pack of Pedo losers”, and all was well in the neighbourhood of Meyer St. Donald.