The Thinker and The Fleabumps

The Fleabump girls do not know he is a writer. They just know he is quiet. One day, Polly Fleabump approaches him and asks, “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“Death metal,” he responds, flashing her devil horns with his fingers and stealing a quick glance at the hole in the upper thigh of her jeans.

She calls him a dick and goes back to Molly Fleabump, her ugly gimp sister.