As soon as I changed the tire on the van,

As soon as I changed the tire on the van,

The radiator decided to go out. It seemed to be one problem after another. This was much more than a simple fix though. I pushed as another one in my group steered the van.

What we lacked in gas money we made up for with muscle, determination and panache. With a final push the van glided to a stop before The Steam Club, and the radiator swaggered past

the two bouncers. "Hey you can't..." They chased after the driverless van & we snuck into the Steam Club. Removing our toga attire at the cloakroom we entered a steamy jasmin scent

ed, bejeweled den of iniquity. I licked my lips. "Now this is what I'm talkin' bout!" my friend said. We entered the brothel ready to rumble when a dwarf approached and threw up hi

s lunch of lutefisk all over my friend's expensive shoes. My friend tried to punch the dwarf but missed when the vomit ate his feet & he fell over getting the hungry vomit all over

his flesh. The highly acidic spew burned through his skin and he shrieked in agony. He writhed through the puddle, only succeeding in splattering more vomit over himself. I grabbed

a firehouse and rinsed him off, but by then most of his skin was gone. Without tearducts, all he could weep was air. But the Flesh fairy heard his cries and came riding in on her

magic carpet of subcutaneans and epithelials. The Flesh fairy greeted his cries for help with a brand-new coat of baby-soft skin, tear ducts included. He was so happy, he could cry

; and he did, and that was his demise. The male of the genera didn’t perspire or cry; those who did were outsiders and were either sent off to concentration camps or put to death.