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CHAPTER 15
a Pair of Old Friends Take in a Show
The crowd laughed and howled and rolled around on the ground. This would never get old. Nothing made them feel better about themselves than seeing a Greeg be a Greeg, and knowing for certain that they were not a Greeg.
Naddy had, in no particular order, and in the last hour:
Attempted to eat his left arm
Realized it was futile considering his lack of teeth
Strained his neck muscles trying to look at his own asshole
Tried to pop his neck back into place
Considering his neck hadn’t been popped out of place, suffered severe damage to his spine.
For a brief moment of self-awareness, Naddy actually realized that he was a source of mockery. He felt the disdain and condescension from the carnival goers. He paused for a second and looked out pathetically. His eyes asked the carnival goers if this was really the way things should be. He questioned why they were so much better than him, and if so, why did they simply point and laugh instead of helping him be like them? He hadn’t chosen to be a Greeg, he was simply born one. The carnivalites hadn’t actually accomplished anything more than him, other than not being born a Greeg. For a nanosecond, he was acutely aware of all of this and he begged with his eyes to be taken out of the cage and to be one of them. His plea faintly registered with no one and was instantly forgotten when he shook off the silly thought at the sight of the female waking from a nap. With no competition from Zook, Naddy had her all to himself. He barely even tried any more. He bumbled over to her side and farted directly in her face. Then he punched himself a few times in the mouth and kneed an inanimate object. Lacking any semblance of self-esteem, the female shrugged and pulled out the procreational paraphernalia.
As the act of sex began it should be noted that I lied a little bit in the previous paragraph. The plea did not entirely fail to register with all of the carnival gawkers. There was one creature who felt a connection and shared a moment of understanding with Naddy. This same creature was now feeling very strong emotions stirring up inside him as the first attempt went down. While it is true that he was hooting and hollering with the rest of the crowd, he couldn’t help but feel a gut wrenching volcano of bubbling anger, longing, jealousy and resentment churning around in his stomach. He tried to dismiss it at first, but he could not deny the fierce reality of the feelings. He surely, undeniably wished more than anything that he could tear off his clothing, go into the cage and challenge the lowly Greeg. He found the disgusting female inexplicably attractive beyond his wildest fantasies. All he wished to do was to rub feces and dirt and bodily fluids all over himself and engage in acts of psychotic and nonsensical physical violence towards the other male. Somehow he knew this would ensure he would get to be the one making the first attempt right now. He didn’t know why or how he knew this was important, but he did.
“Savages, hey?” a familiar voice came from beside him, more prodding him than genuinely asking the question.
“Yes, yes, savages.”
“Everything about them is savage, primitive and borderline retarded… except when they do this. Look at that, look at how they do it. More elegant and caring than a barrel full of Vibrulant Oolorians.”
“Still doesn’t make them any less savage or dumb though.”
“Not at all. Just a bizarre and random fluke. No real logical explanation for it.”
A brief pause, and then the familiar voice continued.
“You’re right though, every Greeg is an idiot, a moron, a complete and total twit.”
“You can say that again… every, single, one. Good for a laugh, and nothing more. Crammington Krish?”
“You bet,” said Dr. Rip T. Brash The Third.
“My treat,” said the former Greeg formerly known as Zook.