by Ad Astra
originally published at 02:24PM on Wednesday, March 14, 2007

The girl quirked a brow at him, then shrugged and put down the bowl of noodles.

“Don’t like lo mein?”

He stopped screaming and reassessed. Maybe “whore” was too strong a word. Maybe he could…hmm. What was he doing, again? He sat up and immediately winced. His fingers gingerly traced his head and found what felt like a gently-throbbing potato. He promptly passed out again from the pain.