Bucket- VIP Info

"Yes! The vomiting," said Mr. Bucket. "I found out that with the right combination, you can make a stomach environment that tastes even better than the make-believe civet coffee might have. But the best stomach coffee comes back up from the front, not from out the back. Vultures are excellent for this, since they are the best vomiteers nature has to offer."

One of the VIPS separated from the group and flew to the middle of the circle. He flapped in place, pointed his head down, and regurgitated a blob that shot down into the top of the cylinder in a quick blur.

"This is ridiculous," said Lim.

"It is," said Mr. Bucket. "That shot only clocked in at 1400 miles per hour. On most days they fire at much higher speeds, and not one at a time."

After the bird fired at the cylinder it pointed a wing at the ground and shrieked. The other VIPs shrieked too.

"Do they always shriek so loudly?" asked Keerthi.

"That is how they speak," said Mr. Bucket. "I am sure they are having a conversation about how great of a boss I am. They are having a grand old time."

"No," said Tide.

"Fine," said Mr. Bucket. "A whale of a time."

"They are talking about Lim," said Tide. "They know he isn't a tree. And they know we are beneath this bush."

Everyone vaped or looked at Tide in confusion.

"How the fuck would you know?" asked Chili.

"I can speak to animals," said Tide. "I stay away from the ones that don't have anything to do with Ocean, but I can understand or talk with any of them. Including the VIPs."

"Animals aren't smart enough to talk," said Lim. "Maybe these abominations that Bucket cooked up, but not normal animals."

"Not with words," said Tide. "Some speak with snips, or snaps, or echolocation, or by mauling an igloo full of your nicest followers and drawing pictures with their blood. Whenever I hear those signs, they turn into words in my head, and it's like I'm speaking to a human. It is the same in reverse. When I speak to them, they hear my words like they are snips or snaps or echolocation or mauling an igloo full of-"

- Chapter 11: The VIP Room