affame_le_geant_the_unripened_minneola fyn gula when poj shook tinker's hand, he also sensed like cayris did, the subtle unwillingness in the slackened grip, feeling him to be the first to relent pressure, which no doubt poj thought suggested along with racial profiling, a fear of what he and his wolf-men did, were doing, and will do. keggi was never one for proper etiquette and so he blatantly ignored tinker's extended hand. he was still upset by the neglect he was being shown about getting something to eat, opting to investigate a nearby minneola tree, its branches heavy with glossy, fragrant orange fruit. actually several trees were scattered throughout the biosphere; pomegranite, persimmon, mango, papaya, meyer lemon, rome apple, almond, english walnut, and hazelnut, to name a few. he walked over to it along the belgium block path and without asking permission, which was typical of his selfish behaviour, reached out to snatch one off the branch. "HEY!" shouted tinker stinkencrink, as if someone was stealing his child from where it slept in its cozy bassinet. he had kept a suspicious eye on the slinky keggi when he noticed him straying from the group. "excuse me, sir..." he urged, attempting to stop keggi's arm in mid air. "those minneolas aren't quite ripe yet. please don't pick one." "fuck you!" keggi said, shaking tinker's hand off his black leather coat. he grabbed one anyway. tinker shot a look of extreme frustration to the frafkuel. "no one has given me shit to eat, so i'm helping my fucking self!" he put it to his mouth with a dramatic flair, using his unusually large canines to break the thick skin. he was immediately met by a rush of sourness. it was so extreme that his tongue went instantly numb. instinctively, he gagged and spat the tart contents to the grass. "FUCK THAT!" keggi yelled. he quickly removed a fifth of bourbon from his inner coat pocket, uncapped it and took a generous swig, swirling the hot, amber liquid around in his mouth as a ready astringent. he capped the bottle and tucked it back into its hiding place next to his heart, beating with malvolence. tinker's face had that, 'i told you so' look and he shook his head with bitter disappointment. keggi's unrestrained action proved what he already knew: that these motherfuckers were bad news and it was only the beginning. with a flagrant impulsion bred by his impetuous anger, keggi suddenly whipped the once-bitten minneola like a rock, directly at the frafkuel. it would have hit him true ad square in the face, but cayris reacted with lightning speed and intercepted the projectile in his deft right hand. keggi's irreverent behaviour both angered and embarrassed him. "what the fuck are you doing?" barked cayris. his eyes were two flames of fiery wrath. he gave the damaged minneola to tinker and stepped up to keggi. he grabbed him by the twin collars of his coat. "i'm getting sick of your disrespect!" he hissed. he let him go and then thrust his hand into the pocket of his pants and yanked out a black and white bandana that served as his handkerchief. with the swift, calculated movements of a father that 'had it up to here' with his disobedient son, he tied it around keggi's mouth. "that will shut you the fuck up." 030409 what's it to you? who go blather from