0This is later in the day after that 'chicks on steroids' read. Mullethead threw dinner together. It was a real simple deal. Peasant food. A huge slab of bread with garlic powder and a ton of butter, some awesome Jack cheese wedges with garlic and herbs; not that I'm generally a fan of Monterey Jack cheese, but this was one hell of an exception, a killer cream of mushroom soup that probably used every last 'shroom in the fridge, a handful of carrots, a sliced roma tomato, and an English cucumber that had been cut in half, which was real weird. Now we do get some mighty fine cucumbers, and I will confess to eating some pretty thick slices when I get some good ones for the salad when I make said salad, but this just was NOT the standard way to serve cucumbers. In fact, it's never been done before.
I just had to hold one of the pieces up, as I looked at the mullethead. "Are we supposed to eat these, or what?"
The mullethead looked at my mentor. "Will you do somethin' with him?"
He picked up a piece of cucumber, and had a small bite. He swallowed, looked at me, smiled, and said, "After dinner. Will you help?"
"Hell, yeah!"
Oy vey!
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