“Yeah,” said Roberto. Fido lay in the corner on a Petsmart brand pet bed. XXX Gay was driving (she had a driver’s license) and Robby (Gay’s nickname for Roberto) was in the back, holding a tranquilizer dart gun. Roberto had mounted a mini-gun turret on top and welded huge metal plates to the body. Then she yanked them off and shoved them in the girl’s mouth and duct-taped it. She was almost dead from internal bleeding nd had passed out from the pain of a mouse devouring her entrails a few times, so Roberto always jump-started her heart with an electric shock when that happened. The Frigidaire brand Refrigerator whirred softly in the corner. Roberto had mounted a mini-gun turret on top and welded huge metal plates to the body. This one was the best of them all because it also had rat guts and rat shit. Alas, their original food chunk had been finished off, but Gay had made a new one out of Chris Crocker.
