The phone began to ring again, screen lighting up with the name King Clit flashing across it "Ew, Joe," I groaned. "That's disgusting." "What?" "Whoever's calling this number is listed as King Clit." My brother threw his head back and laughed. "That's not funny," I admonished, watching the screen go blank again as the call ended. "That's pretty disturbing." "It's yer man – the Gibsie fella. I heard Johnny ranting at him over changing his contacts around last night," Joey chuckled. "He's King Clit
