LOBO: Man, where do I start
with that little bitch? I'll start with dysfunctional. That little
girl. I remember when I first met up with her. She was just sixteen
and Jester had told me the story of how that dumb little bitch
was caught trying to steal Jes's Westwind while Ice and Jes were
here in Seattle taking a small hiatus from the NAN. If you ask
me, I say Ice and Jes got into some trouble over in the NAN and
needed a place to hang for a while until the heat died down.
But anyway, that little bitch was all in love with Jester. Man
you should have seen the kind of glazed look she had in her eyes
whenever Jes walked into a room. I remember one time Ice was
trying to teach the little pixie bitch how a sentry gun works
and the minute she heard the door to Ice's place open up, she'd
run out and meet Jes. Goddamn! I swear, if Jes had a dick, that
little bitch would have her mouth warapped around it twenty-four
seven! FUCK! Next.
BEDLAM: Uh... okay, how about Pitt, sir?
LOBO: Pitt? I got along with Pitt. What little I was there
for. I tell you that fucker had a head on his shoulders. When
Ice and Jes left the little girl and Pitt in charge of the 'Dead,
it was wise of him to take control. I tell you, if that little
girl were leading the group it would have gone straight to f'n
hell! Pitt was cool, though. He became leader. That little bitch
didn't seem too happy that Jes and Ice left without her, but
she sucked it up and took it like a man. I was kinda proud of
that. Anyway, I liked Pitt. What happened to that bastard anyway?
BEDLAM: Huh... oh, uh... Pitt died in the Arctic circle
during a run, sir.
LOBO: Sorry to hear that. How'd he buy it? |