The taste of a durian smoothie, according to Marc, was not entirely unpleasant. Sinbad was still understandably skeptical when he was handed a glass and straw.
Upon taking the first sip, he felt his eyes water. When he set the glass down and sat back, Marc just shrugged.
“You’ll get used to the taste,” he stated. “In time, I bet you might even like it.” Then he was gone, presumably to the store to replace the first durian. When he left, Sinbad turned the TV on.
He didn’t recognize the movie that was on, not even the foreign language it was in. All he knew was that it had Jet Li not doing martial arts.
Deciding to give the smoothie another try, Sinbad reached for the glass. He was only stopped when the phone rang.
Annette was still seething over the lies that The Builder spewed at her earlier. She growled at hearing them laughing uncontrollably downstairs in the kitchen.
Rather than wait for them to come back, she left for the nearest hidden passageway. Once inside one, she remained on the lookout for anyone she usually saw.
She found three of them. The Builder’s twin and Horse-Face’s companion were sitting next to The Mother. Neither of them reacted too much upon seeing her, for some reason.
“So what happened to that rapist scumbucket that was with you?”
The young man bit his lip, perturbed at the choice of words she used. “You mean Horse-Face? He went back to the main part of the castle. I think.”
He then turned to look at the Twin, who had begun to behave in an odd manner. “Stop with the mantis hands. It’s creepy.” The Twin obliged. Instead, they approached Annette with an inquisitive look on their face.
“What? I got something on my face?” They shook their head when she asked this. “Actually…”
She took a glance over at the young man. “This one’s Omniscient, right? Like, they know everything?”
He nodded. “Yeah. They probably knew you were going to ask that, so…”
She looked back at them. “Tell you what. Let me ask a few questions, and I’ll watch a few more of those videos. Sound like a plan?”
It was still early enough for there not to be many people at the store. Shark was still unwilling to risk any trouble by bringing a dog in, though.
Rather than go to the store right away, Shark and Sagebear wandered about the snow-covered town. By now, it had gotten deep enough for her to only be seen halfway.
“Maybe this isn’t a good route, puppy…” Nonetheless, she pressed on with him walking right behind her. It wasn’t long before she led him to the graveyard.
Upon entering the mausoleum, Sagebear let out a strong, hearty “Woof!” Her voice then echoed about the building, with a powerful reverberation.
“What are we doing here, Sagebear?” Shark just watched as she proceeded to find an entry that intrigued her. When she stopped, Sagebear put her paws up and leaned toward one that had her attention.
Dumbfounded, Shark got a closer look at the name. He was then a bit shocked to see the name of his Uncle Bill. He then wondered why she would lead him to this place for him.
“Hello?” Sinbad answered the phone fairly calmly.
Almost immediately after he did, a loud, obnoxious voice jeered at him. “Is this the cocksucker residence?!”
Hearing this, he grit his teeth out of frustration at an obvious prank call.
“Hey. Fuck off! And update your movie references!” He shouted into the mouthpiece before slamming it back down. Sinbad walked away when the phone rang again.
Sinbad was practically on the verge of breaking the phone when he picked it up again. He made no attempt to hide his annoyance when he answered:
“Didn’t I just tell you to fuck off?!”
The voice on the other end sounded taken off guard. The voice was most definitely not the same one from the last call.
“…Did you wake up on the wrong end of the couch again, Marc? You sound irritated,” came the man’s voice after clearing his throat.
When he realized it wasn’t the prankster from before, Sinbad calmed considerably. “Uhhh…Not Marc, man.”
Now the man sounded incredulous. “Not Marc? Oh, well…In that case, whoever you are…”
“Yeah?” Sinbad waited for the next few words.
“Tell Marc that I’m finally done with my out of town business. I’ll be home in a few days. Can you do that, Somebody-I-Don’t-Know?”
The request seemed simple enough, even if the man didn’t give his name. Seeing nothing wrong with this, Sinbad agreed that he would.