The Bar

The bar was based on The Hrym’s readings of modern Japanese literature. It was his own take on Monkey Brain Sushi. He abducted devotees of his favourite soap opera, locked their heads in to a vice like structure on the edge of his pine wood bars, gave them a quick jolt with an electronic device that liquified the contents, then his customers drove a narrow titanium tube through the weakened cranium and sucked out the liquified brains, like a glorified milk shake. This way, The Hrym joked to his dinner guests, they really did have brains like mush, instead of simply seeming like it.

The four friends sat at the bar wondering how they were going to get out of this one. The choice wasn’t so much which cola or ginger beer, but which nationality. ‘Schripp sat unhappily on his rotating stool playing with his titanium straw.

They had gone through miles of this. Expecting a dark underground world of fire and nightmare traps, Constantine meets Raiders of the Lost Ark, it had been mile upon mile of vacant and numbing arcades, malls and precincts, all brightly neon lit with bland pastel shades.

‘Schripp was a man on the edge and was clearly about to snap.

Gregory grabbed the light but strong metallic straw and powered it down in to the temporal lobe of the rigidly held head and sucked with a mighty slurping.

It was too much for ‘Schripp. As the beautiful but vacant barmaid lent forward to see if he required assistance, he pivoted in his seat, razor sharp blade whistled with the sound of its passing, and stopped one millimetre away from her beautiful although rather anorexic looking neck.

“No thank you.”

With that all hell broke loose. Alarms went off and with concussive retorts the heads of all the customers at their bars exploded, covering the friends with a fine patina of neural phlegm.

With an empty fatality the barmaid’s slightly pouty lips blew ‘Schripp a kiss and then her head too exploded. With bone fragments embedded in his face and his vision destroyed, the polite but exasperated warrior passed his blade to Stiletto and taking a napkin from the bar wiped the duramater from his agonised and newly blinded eyes.

Copyright Jhedron Luckspar © 2014 2018
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