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Gloin slurped a butterfly into his now quivering gut, feeling like he urgently needed to evacuate his bowels or crank out a digestive disturbance in the Force--cops even scare white people in the modern nowadays. Lady Cop Evermint and canine Fuzz fumbled themselves out of the police automobile, sauntering up on two legs and four paw pads to the Hot Rod Ranchero.
EVERMINT
You guys were flying. Where ya headed with such Holy Fire?
GLOIN
California. Medical, for my sick and weary father He's got an inflamed rectum with complications.
EVERMINT
You mean that "special" medicine.
GLOIN
Y-e-a-h.
EVERMINT
You can't do that. You need to find it on your own local streets, get murdered, imprisoned, or sick from the dirt weed freakshow.
CHERISH
Poking her lovely face, adorned in darker-than-forest-green sunglasses past Gloin's command of the turbulent situation. Miss, income equality, freedom of Biblical herb, and tax the anti-oxidants; next, pay for health care with the money. Like a sin tax. Does Mr. Bernie fancy a sin tax?
EVERMINT
Who the hell is Bernie?
CHERISH
Like the antithesis of Mr. Trump.
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Lady Cop Evermint, like the The Cranberries--displaying a punk cut
Was balanced and fair with those sick in the gut;
Plus, as Arizona Heat with a Deputy Dawg dubbed Fuzz,
She kept her constant cool, only desiring the occasional, early morning beer buzz,
Yet as an odd member of the Catholic Church,
Schooled by Sister Megaberries; still--her: not as spooky, yet prettier than Lurch;
Moreover, Lady Cop Evermint would not violate the 4th Amendment,
Being beyond copland by way of God's gift of the Love Commandment,
So when she spied the Classic Ranchero wending with V-8 speed burst by--
With water in her metaphorical cactus, she started her own 8 cylinder and did fly
Like a good witch on the blue light hunt--
Fuzz nervous--the deputy just a rabbit-eating runt.
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Gloin and Davy's old man was feeling the bowel movement blues; thus, he sent the older, wiser Gloin a text.
TEXT MESSAGE:
That Bane villain on Batman is built like J.J. Watt. I started doing push-ups in case I ever run into him in an alley. Look kid, I'm bent over with abdominal and rectal pain. Gone anemic too--of the iron variety. Can't eat anything but bananas and only drink green tea, but I chill it. Everything stinks, real bad. I need some of that medical herb. Was thinking of going to the streets, but that is dirt; plus, don't wanna go to the pokey since I don't live in the American West. Too, Halloween is right around the corner. My beer bird bath is evaporating as we speak. Those flying pheasants are crapping everywhere.
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The werewolf transformation was over--azure in the sky.
DAVY
I don't mind that women cover sports, like football. But stop wearing hot heels and permabuzzing with the hair and makeup. There is something to be said for lesbians and their tough yet glamorous looks. The Irish are wounded warriors and love God in a mystical way. Rock 'n Roll women with buzzcuts and such. So, let the women journalists in the locker room and on the sidelines pull their flowing beauty back in ponytails, wear slacks, and buff up, only ornamenting their facial foundation with foundation makeup and orange lip gloss.
CHERISH
I come out of my wolf and you're bitching, about what?
GLOIN
That was incredible, but can you guys put on some clothes--it's smelling a little Earthy under my nostrils.
CHERISH
Did you enjoy what you saw Gloin?
GLOIN
I got me some eagle eyes, like a hovering hawk; I saw the wolves. Ya, crap--I'm just a bit green-eyed and jealous. Can you make me a werewolf?
CHERISH
Jango Fett was no Jedi, yet better. We need a straight man Gloin. A warrior with suavity when it comes to speaking for us. You can explain things in an old-fashioned, down home way. Davy is slow, and all people do concerning me is stare at my breasts.
DAVY
My body--looks like I'm chiseled and cut. I could model boxer shorts like Marky Mark did.
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Nothing to write home about--not even me; regardless, Alpha Cool Cherish did bite a munchy portion of protective fur on Davy's fuzz-tail rump, for he was foolishly (like a sublime coyote) trying to tip a sedated deer and gobble up its intestines, much to the disagreement of Cherish's well-received dog telepathy. Yup, it was a rabbit-eating shape-shift, manipulated by the singular powers of the Full Moon, yet the goddess did not steer them away from a human conscience forged into their most populous minds by way of the well-spread wisdom offered by the Abrahamic God. Gloin was alone on a motel porch thingamajig, looking heavenwards.
GLOIN
Father, don't let my little brother go bloodthirsty, yet retain his innocent love of hot women, fast cars powered by the combustible engine, and a touch of Spinoza's Pantheism--yes, he is stupid, but I adore his gumball bounce.
Fierce howls from Davy and Cherish approached Gloin from the desert ecoregion, yet they were band-like, sounding of a sublime fight song written by well-meaning hounds.
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Waxing till bright and full; moreover, reaching the apex of shine,
Glimmering like once was mighty the power of the dime--
The pull of luminous Luna on Davy and Cherish
Made all their mortal woes cease and perish
Save there be a high-velocity silver bullet or two,
Which might them culminate, meaning: Their immortality over-easy and through;
Anyway, shocked and awed Gloin did observe as might a cryptozoologist,
Pissing mysticism in his khaki pants, yet not needing a urologist,
For Davy and Cherish as werewolves monstrous and mighty
Were not ditzy or dumb--not even flighty,
Yet perfect creations spawned to howl at the Moon,
Cliche yet docile, feeling the dog's life boon.
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In a little mom-and-pop motel within the state of New Mexico, near the Chihuahuan Desert ecoregion, the threesome were savagely settled in, Davy growing bloodshot eyes and a ravenous hunger for a T-bone steak, flaring raw, as the Full Moon was getting ready to boldly blaze upon the black canvas of night.
CHERISH
This is gonna be one hell of a transformation. Davy is so innocently stupid that he'll let me bit him in the asstail and lead him around for giant jack rabbits. And rabbits are delicious; plus, I save their feet. If I could afford a car--I'd have a rabbit's foot key-chain.
GLOIN
What can we expect from Davy's transformation? Will he go all beast-like and start murdering shit?
CHERISH
Nah, it's like you become the wolf you are. It mimics your internal spirit of all and every intention--of course, with a wild animal mixed in. And may I add--a loyal wild animal.
DAVY
You mean I'll kinda be the same old Davy, without the coonskin hat--damn, I always wanted Dad to buy me one, and now society would think me too old to wear one.
CHERISH
Do what's in your heart babe. Like with Tony Romo--and he's no homo, adoring elegant women as his cerebral loins command. But just don't try to mount or mate with me, or I'll bite you something bad. I'm the Alpha here--ya get me Davy.
DAVY
I get ya, but not last night, though I guess Gloin did.
Gloin blushed something awful.
CHERISH
Yeah, your brother is quite the lover. He melts in your mouth, not in your hands.
GLOIN
My God Cherish--voice something associated with the spiritual nature of intercourse--Davy is like a child after all.
DAVY
Don't worry Gloin--I get it. You were gooooooood. And I'm proud of you brother. Oh crap, am I really going to get all furry and flea-ridden?
