Did he died?

"Oh he dead all right," said Fred. "Apparently the pain of his sexiness was too much too bare. But he's in a better place now." As it turns out, that 'better place' was

un lugar recontico que jamas había imaginado. Un lugar debilitante, inexplicable, increíble.

Un lugar tan estrecho que sólo podía mover los nervios lo suficiente como para respirar. Pero tenía que escapar, y la clave estuvo en su boca.

Metí mis dedos en su boca. Estaba lleno de algo. Algunas cosas. Maggots. Pero necesitaba la llave en su garganta.

I did not have the key. "SWALLOW!" I demanded. Surely there is nothing more digusting than having to swallow a mouthful of maggots. I handed her a Dr. Pepper to wash 'em down with.

She chugged the soda, wiped with the back of her hand and said "Not bad." Then she burped. I recoiled and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. I handed her a tic tac.

"I'll thank you for not bringing uncircumsized sausages into my house. I've been a strict fruitarian since 3pm," she hissed. "Fine" I replied, stuffing the pack back into my pocket

. The wurst part was that now I had to figure out what to do with all that kielbasa. No matter how I sliced it, I didn't feel like much of a weiner in this case. Ah, broiled again!

But alas, kielbasa is a bit too rich for my tastebuds. The sauerkraut though, would be conducive to my nutritional health. And the beans, they were good for the fiber.