The tunic he’s wearing is damp with his vomit, and if he keeps rolling around on my floor, he’s going to continue to make a mess. I decide to cut the soiled tunic off of him. He can explain that to the custodians later…if I turn him over. If he’s a threat to me, I can just bury his remains in my compost pile. With my knife, I approach him, checking to see if he’s waking. It seems like he’s still passed out, so I crouch over him and cut down the front of his clothing, then the sleeves. A big chest is slowly revealed, with two nipple rings that make me snort. Someone thinks he’s hot shit.
