I was just about to drop trough and pinch out another story for my adoring public when I heard a rap tapin on my way in out front.

"You Open Up You Dumb FUCKER!" whoever it was they were pounding hard, sounding like they were comin in to kill me.

"It's open," I screamed huddled over the warm glow of the computer screen, sporting ass crack like a teeny bopper in a pair of hip huggers,

"this can't go on,"
"sup Dib," I sighed slouching back into my chair
"You slapped the shit out of a retard in one of those, I read it,"

I scanned through my more recent posts,
"So I did, so I did," I replied
"AND FIDGET, FIDGET'S DEAD,"
"Well, I mean... I could bring Fidget back again I'm sure... I never really... I mean.. it was vague" I started to scratch the back of my head. and reeled back to look him in the face
"What's the problem?"
"What are you gonna do next?, yer gonna run out of people with
obvious disabilities."

"Wow," I stood up and began to pace back and forth, "shit, I mean..
I guess I could find a medical dictionary,"
"oh yeah man," Dib stopped me short, "big funny short stories about
Diverticulities patients getting punched in the stomach, I can see it now"


"Shit Dib..." I looked at him dead in the face, "how are your parents?"
"still dead," he shot back frankly

"What about the chemo? How's the chemo going?"

"I mean, I have to wear this stupid fuckin wig everyday, and sunlight makes me vomit, but I.."

Dib didn't realize that he was already two feet up in the air, like playing Superman with an eight year old, only this time I was intentionally slamming his head into every wall,

"How YOU FEELIN DIBBY BABY?."
"wouldn't want me to run out of material now would you?"

Dib didn't answer, he just went limp and let vomit trickle down his chin
as I let go, sending him sailing off into a dark corner of the room where he crawled into fetal position,

"my ass is bleeding," Dib coughed up at me,
"not here it ain't, and I flung him over my shoulder and helped him back out the front door,
"what happened," he asked slumped in my doorway like a pathetic creature,

"You got drunk buddy," I replied
"Shit," he said, " I shouldn't be doing that, I'm on chemo ya know?"
"yeah, I heard man, how's that going."