Saturday Snark from "Counterpunch"
Marie Sexton has gathered some delicious Saturday Snark here. So I'm adding a short dialogue from "Counterpunch" (which you can pre-order here):
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"Brook!"
Brooklyn grabbed the bag and turned. It was the only thing he could do to not attack Les. "What?"
"You listening to me?"
"No." Brooklyn bared his teeth. "Okay, now I am."
"Take it slow. Too much strain isn't good, either."
Brooklyn released the bag and gave it a double-fisted shove. "Right. What now? Any more appointments?" Fuck, wouldn't that be a Nathaniel word? "Any more perverts to fuck me?"
"Actually," Les gave him a stare, "I'm tempted to say I'll tell you when you've calmed down."
Maybe he could get a punch in before Curtis tasered him? If it was a good punch—smashing nose and/or teeth—it might be worth it. No, not Les. But God, it was hard.
"Your attitude stinks, Brook."
"So I've been told. You think I'm temperamentally unsuited to being a slave?"
Les shrugged. "Management just called me. No more appointments."
"Oh really? And why not?"
"They want you to focus on beating Esch."
"I'm not beating him with my dick."
Les laughed, clearly despite himself. "That's a thought. Damn, you should be a radio host. Chris Moyles could learn a thing or two from you."
Brooklyn managed a smile. "Yeah. Cocksucking."
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"Brook!"
Brooklyn grabbed the bag and turned. It was the only thing he could do to not attack Les. "What?"
"You listening to me?"
"No." Brooklyn bared his teeth. "Okay, now I am."
"Take it slow. Too much strain isn't good, either."
Brooklyn released the bag and gave it a double-fisted shove. "Right. What now? Any more appointments?" Fuck, wouldn't that be a Nathaniel word? "Any more perverts to fuck me?"
"Actually," Les gave him a stare, "I'm tempted to say I'll tell you when you've calmed down."
Maybe he could get a punch in before Curtis tasered him? If it was a good punch—smashing nose and/or teeth—it might be worth it. No, not Les. But God, it was hard.
"Your attitude stinks, Brook."
"So I've been told. You think I'm temperamentally unsuited to being a slave?"
Les shrugged. "Management just called me. No more appointments."
"Oh really? And why not?"
"They want you to focus on beating Esch."
"I'm not beating him with my dick."
Les laughed, clearly despite himself. "That's a thought. Damn, you should be a radio host. Chris Moyles could learn a thing or two from you."
Brooklyn managed a smile. "Yeah. Cocksucking."
Published on September 17, 2011 14:07
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