“What is it boy?  Whatcha got, huh?  Whaddaya smell?”

Wiener turns his bowling-ball-sized mushroom tip up at me and replies with a querulous grumble.  Shit—that could mean anything; he and I have a mutually beneficial relationship, but I can’t understand a word he says.  Kinda messed up, huh?  I’ve always wondered why dolphins and dogs can understand us but we can’t understand th—

“Ca-CAW!”  Wiener raises several feet into the air and stares raptly ahead.

“What is it, Wiener?  What do you—”

Instead of answering, he worms energetically across the ground, pulling me right along with him.  The forest races by in a blurry flash of sunlit foliage.  We sprint through a hundred yards of tangled underbrush, then break into a clearing.

“Kent Wayne.”  Grammar Nazi Prime grins at me from the center of the meadow, a blowup doll of Martha Stewart in his pasty little hands.  He lets the doll drop to the ground.  It hits the grass with a soft, muted thump.  “Couldn’t resist the scent of Martha, could you?  How mind-numbingly predictable.”

“Leave Martha out of this.”  I clench my fists and raise them to my sides.  “The relationship we have is…it’s complicated.”

Grammar Nazi snorts.  “Are you referring to the time she put you in a rear naked choke and went four fingers wide, three knuckles deep into your unwashed stink-hole?”

My face reddens.  “That’s…that’s…THAT’S HITTING BELOW THE BELT!”

He chuckles condescendingly.  “A more appropriate expression might be:  ‘below the large intestine and a few inches to the right of your gallbladder.’  You’re finished, Kent.  We’ve got you surrounded.”  He spreads his arms wide.  Shadowy silhouettes emerge from the trees.

I look around in dawning horror.  I’m surrounded by a murderous horde of my fiercest enemies.  Emo Poets, Beta Males, and any small-dicked hater who couldn’t hold back a jealousy-borne tear when they used the urinal next to me and snuck a peek at my beer-can-thick piece.  (In case you’re wondering, that last group of turds is the largest in number by a country mile).

My eyes steel over.  “So you’re holding all the aces—that what you think?”

Grammar Nazi smirks.  “I’d say so, yeah.”

“Well I beg to differ, cock-monkey.”  Then I open my eReader to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.

The Martha Stewart blow-up doll suddenly turns into the REAL Martha Stewart.  She kips to her feet and uppercuts Grammar Nazi Prime right up his anus.  He manages a surprised gasp before her fist cuts a bloody gash through his organs and back muscles, popping his head off like an over-pressured cork.  The decapitated melon soars hundreds of feet into the sky, marring the air with a spotted trail of chunky gore.

Martha looks from side-to-side, eyes narrowing in nut-shriveling battle-fury.  My would-be attackers take an involuntary step back.

“You fuckboxes made a big mistake when you used my likeness to set an ambush for my favorite Man Whore.  Get ready to pay, cuntpunters.”

And then she starts kicking off heads, punching through hearts, and choking dudes out with their own intestines.  I flee from the clearing, sobbing in relief and terror, for Martha Stewart has woken from her slumber, and Martha gets what Martha wants.  I am piss-your-pants scared, but…but…

I look down at my crotch.  Holy shit—I am ROCK FUCKING HARD.

(Gimme a call, Martha!)

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