The Twin and Horse-Face’s companion quietly watched from their hiding place. The former grit their teeth, while the latter gasped loudly.
“Those guys are…” The young man tried to say something, but failed. He stepped away from the hidden door, not wishing to be seen or heard.
He then turned to look at them. “Don’t tell me what you drew a while back was some kind of prophecy?”
Quickly glancing at him, The Twin gave a curt nod, a concerned and determined look on their face.
“So…Is there a chance your twin won’t get their way?” Again, a quick nod. “Is there…”
His last question was a hard-hitting one. “Is there any future for me and Horse-Face?”
Here, The Twin’s expression faltered. Trying not to let him see it, they regained composure and nodded one more time.
Apparently satisfied with this response, the young man walked back through the hallway. When he was far enough, The Twin hung their head, possibly in shame.
Once The Builder was done belching in her face, Annette was roughly shoved back into her cell. She yelped in pain once her back hit the hard wall.
“I ain’t in the mood for your sassing, princess,” they snarled to her as they lit up their cigarette. “So behave, or you might just end up losing an arm.”
They then turned and looked at Moony, who had gotten back to his feet and stumbled back towards Sunny.
“Please don’t complain about what you eat here,” he said in a relatively deadpan voice. “I get punished for it…”
Then both assistants were out as quickly as possible, with Sunny holding on to him.
Once they were gone, Sinbad raised an eyebrow, and snorted. He glanced at Harwood and commented about one of the two that had left:
“Don’t ask me why, but I felt like punching the blond one.”
Sagebear practically zipped through the landscape again, barking and baying all the while. The humans were actually having a hard time catching up with her.
“Aw hell, look at her go!” Dennis said to Blaise and Marc. “You’d think Old Scratch himself was on her heels!”
All of them had gotten halfway through the dried-up wasteland before Sagebear abruptly stopped and sat down.
“Now what’s she doing?” Marc said to them now.
“I dunno,” Blaise answered, but I bet it’s important if she had to stop!”
Sagebear’s most important task was apparently to begin licking her privates. The humans could only look away and tried not to watch her as she cleaned herself.
“Well, I guess now’s a good time as any to get clean,” Marc said as he averted his gaze.
Harwood poked at the bowl he was given, with a most displeased grimace on his face.
“Talk about a middle finger to my beliefs,” he said as he held up a giant hunk of meat with a pair of chopsticks. Then he set the bowl down and uttered an, “Aiyah…”
At this, the Builder cleared their throat. “You heard the patchwork twink. You complain, he gets a knife up his ass!”
While they went on in increasingly gruesome details, Sinbad took hold of Harwood’s food bowl and flung it through the jail cell. It hit them directly in the face.
The Builder was stunned momentarily by this, before delving into a state of mind that was seething with rage. All the food from the bowl dripped down onto their clothes.
“Why you little…!” Right away, they lunged towards him. Due to the jail cell, however, they just reached in and tried to claw him. “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?!”
How Shark didn’t wake up from all the commotion, Annette would never know.
Sinbad just shrugged. “You’re talking to the son of an abusive whore that OD’ed. What do you think?”
The Builder was at a loss for words. Then, they turned their head sideways, as though taking a look at Shark behind them. They then moved to look at Harwood, and then Annette.
“What? What is it?” Annette watched as a most unsettling grin crossed The Builder’s face.
Saying nothing, The Builder turned to leave. As they walked, they ripped off their now very dirty shirt.
As a result, Annette couldn’t help but notice a few subtle changes in The Builder’s appearance.