"What do you call a fat whore?" asked Cameron.
"Uhhh..." said Chro.
"Why would you be asking that?" Grill snapped, flustered.
"I dunno" Cam shrugged. "The other guys were just spaykin' about it is all."
"Wh-Why? Fart Hote? What?" Chro asked squinting his eyes and shaking his head. "Fat Whores, Chro." Replied grill. "Dumb, big ol' fat whores." Grill became very tired then and leaned against the wall, his green sleeveless overshirt, though silly, let him warm his arm against...