THE PLAYERS:
Dave (AKA Fuller)
Glenn

No one has ever believed in us. The Bull-
Moose win win, but now we have an internal
conflict due to Paul's messing around
with me. Paul was always unorthodox in the
art of making love. I was his/her son
of an experimental stem-cell research
went horribly wrong. I thought then about
my father. I never really knew my dad. Maybe he didn't
think of rational algebraic methods
of solving SAT problems. But then again we
always had wanted to get Mr.
DeGennaro off on a tangent (to use a math term), so
we had to factor third-degree polynomials that
are irrational. It really is a crime against humanity!
I seriously believe that third-degree polynomials
should be illegal. Anyway, back to the story. I did
get placed in a berlap sack and belted vitriocally
with a long Hickory Writhe. There hasn't been a beating
like this since the glory days of the
Ziza, and even then it was mythical. So I had to get
my calculator in radian mode. Then there was
a British invasion, 'cause who expects the Spanish Inquisition?
I'll tell you -- I do. Also whenever
Paul comes near me, I have a sudden
throb in my mommy-daddy button. All I could
picture was a thrust in and out. But my son was
standing right there, so we couldn't
finish the act. Oh well. Where was I?
Large USA Grade-A bags of wheat are a good weapon.
Being born without a left eye is difficult but I'm British
so I can deal with it. Now that that's
over with, I think I'll go fool around with Paul.