Carlos hummed and nodded, the cereal crunching
loudly in his mouth. He took a gulp of juice to wash it down. “I guess I can
see that,” he said. “It’s slimy and kinda chewy.”“It ain’t even that–– though that would be enough, heh. This one time, I saw two fuckin’…. nasty ass mirelurks just…. goin’ at it, man. I might’a been high at the time, but shit man….. can’t ever get that image outta my head–– or the smell.”
Carlos sputtered and he started laughing. “Really?”
he asked. “Crab mating freaks you out?” He giggled, covering his mouth with his
hands to try to quiet them. “Ohm mi god!”
he whinnied beneath his hands. He had no idea why he found that funny. Maybe because he thought Hancock was the kind of guy who had seen it all.
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