After passing the gauntlet of taunters (hence the name of the previous page. get it?), Mac and Frankie made their way to her room, one of the only rooms with a lock on it, so Mac could recover in peace.
Frankie: Here, lay down, pal. And...knowing her, grandma's hangover sure is gonna taste bad. I mean REAL bad! So bad, you may pray for vikings to come pull your tongue out. But it should work. If there's one thing she knows, it's being wasted. I'm amazed she survived college. Anyway, here, drink up.
Mac: Uh...it's solid.
Frankie: Huh? Oh. Well, eat it then, i guess.
Mac raised it to his mouth and cautiously licked it.
Mac: OH GOD, I'M IN HELL!!!
Frankie: I know, but you gotta finish it, ok?
Mac, with tears in his eyes: But...but it's like the twenty five filthy dogs are pooping in my mouth! It's so gross!!
Frankie: Thanks for the visual. Look, uh....I-if you finish it, i'll....i dunno. Do i have anything you want?
A bad question, since Mac's body was now surging with hormones. When Timen aged someone, he meant it. |