Book3:WereMyDreamIs

Mr.Fingeryprostrateontheedgeofhishand,leahisheadanddrankgreedily.Whenitwasallgone,DwarfMickeyagainpouredsomemoreforthelittlemanwhilehehimselfdrankstraightfromthebottletimeandagain.Afterafewroundsbothofthemweremorethansatisfied.Mr.Fingerraisedhisheadandhiccupped.DwarfMickeytookoutapackageofchipsandsaid,“ehavesomesnacks,it’snofunjustdrinkingliquor.”Mr.Fingerrubbedhismouthwithhishandtowipeawayremnantsofthewineandbeganknawingonapieceofchip.

    “Theyounggirlwhojusthelpedyouattheliquorstore,wasshepretty?”askedMr.Finger.

    “Yah,sherettyyoungss.”

    “PityIonlysawherbackassherantoherbusandneversawherface.Didyounoticeshetookthesamebusthatbroughtushere?Whichcitydidweefromatthetime?”

    “FromMilpitas,notfarfromhere.”

    “That’sastrangename.Mypenis.Mypenis.Didtheyreallyy,mypenis?”

    “No.No.No.No.Yougotitallwrong”correctedDwarfMickey.“It’sMilpitas.Misinmilk,piasinpeepeeandtasasinus.Milpitas.”

    “Oh,mil–pee–tas.Mypenis.”DwarfMickeygawkedathiminsurprisewithwideopeneyes,hiseyebrowsraisedandhairalmoststandingupstraight.

    “What?Oh,mygoodness,whatdidyousay?Milpitas,youimbecile.Pronoucorrectlyorpeoplewillughatyou.”

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    “My,my,mypenis.Iliketocallitmypenis.Whatyoudotome?”

    “Alright,callitwhateveryouwill”repliedDwarfMickeyresignedly.Walkingtoaerofthestreet,Mr.Fioodwithhisfeetspreadapartanduriohimurinatingwhereverandwheneverhepleasedhadbeeahabit,asnaturaseatinganddrinkihenturoDwarfMickeyandsaid,

    “Iwantsomemorewine.Pourmesomemore.”DwarfMickeypouredsomemoreforhima