I'm Thinking of a Number Between One and Thirteen

>be me, bonky
>i'm with my horse-man pal, pickle horse-man
>we're smiling evilly
>i'm smiling at him, baring my teeth, droplets of spit dripping from my chin
>he's smiling at me, evil as the devil watching you from the trees
>we're thinking about getting a bunch of women to follow us
>we're thinking of making the women work for us
>we're thinking of making women cater to our whims
>we're thinking of making women cook and clean for us
>we're thinking of making women carry us around
>and spend money on us
>ashley pokes her head in through the door
>our faces are serene
>no trace of any thought escapes our stony exteriors
>she slits her eyes at us
>what are you guys thinking? she asks
>pickle homer looks at me
>i look at pickle homer
>we look at ashley
>we shrug
>ashley's distrustful face recedes back into the dark hall
>an evil thought curls the corner of my lips
>drives my brow down
>pickle horse-man turns back to me
>his face is in a similarly advanced stage of evil
>we're thinking about making women sing for us
>and dance for us
>we're thinking of making them pepper our spaghetti
>and shave parmesan over it
>we're thinking of sending women out to get fast food for us
>and stuff from the corner store
>we're thinking about sending them to the grocery store
>and to walgreens
>and to cvs
>and to riteaid