Lunch with Parker

Three boys walked into the room. Me and Parker were trying to have some lunch in this waste of a diner - boy I fucking hate that Parker, arrogant prick - when the lights went out. One of the boys fell to the ground and started rocking back and forth, talking about how the seal will buckle in a matter of time, I didn't really catch it all. But there was a jelly, a vasoline that seemed to be pouring through his teeth and all over his face and the black and white-tiled floor. I noticed that this drooling hoodlum was splitting his face in half, and under his fleshy carapace their was an angry amorphous figure with smooth and oily dark green skin. The other two boys began to drop lime jelly from their eyes, torrents of that stuff, and they tried to hold it in but that only made it squeeze through their fingers in long orgasmic ropes. They seemed to be in a great amount of pain, and then Parker began mumbling that he had enough of this shit; he got up angrily and stormed out the door. That fuck didn't even leave money for his portion of the check. So I ended up having to charge the meal, and I think one of those god-damned jelly boys may have taken down by card information because I've been getting charged for all sorts of odd purchases lately.