I lift more of my shirt and find two slugs that have made it to my chest, one on each tricep, and I feel the teeth of a slug on the nap of my neck. Each one is filled with blue gas. A closer look shows that the gas is clouds filled with sparks of electricity ricocheting inside them. I now know this is my soul.
RYE
What the hell, man?! Why am I
covered in these damn leeches?
KURT
Slugs, technically.
RYE
Slugs don't suck the souls out of people.
KURT
And leeches aren't made of glass,
but these slugs are. Come on, get on the same page.
RYE
Okay, whatever, it's...
just get them off me.
KURT
Can't do that until you make
a decision to buy something.
RYE
I don't want anything. Well, not from here.
Even then, I don't know what kind of
frying pan I want. I mean, look at me.
How can I make a decision?
KURT
With life-threatening pressure fueling your choice.
RYE
That's not how it should be.
KURT
Too bad, that's how it works.
RYE
And why? I don't get why my life is on the line.
Kurt floats down to me. He gets right at my eye level and stares into them. They say the eyes are a window to the soul. I see in his gorgeous eyes, and I mean gorgeous, like baby jewels. I see a tired soul. One who has pushed for so long. Why is he so exhausted? What does he do other than sit on the stool? I bet all he sees is my soul being slurped up in like ramen broth.
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