JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Uranium Horseshoe

#010 • Mack's Cheap Thrills, Part ②

Thursday, June 25th, 2015
7:53 PM

Chicago, IL | Mack's Cheap Thrills

Oh, come the fuck on! I just wanna get the fuck outta here, and this fucking fatass thinks he can get me to talk to him! I have somewhere to be by midnight!

"Listen here, Chris Griffin, you're gonna get over here and unlock this damn door so I can leave, or you're gonna let me pay for my damn things!"

Mack sighed, and cracked his knuckles. "If you... 'negotiate' with me, I'll let you go without having to pay for 'em." Mack pointed his stubby finger at my dropped clothing items right beside the supposed exit. "Whaddya say?"

Huh...

I slowly approached him. "And... what exactly is this 'negotiation'?" I asked him. A childish grin spread on Mack's cheeky face. "And I thought you'd never ask..." He coughed, and grabbed a stool from his side of the counter and sat it down over the other side.

"Come 'ere. Take a seat," The metal of the stool clanked as it hit the wooden floor. I'm not gonna lie, some free stuff right about now sounds absolutely incredible. I sat myself on the stool, and yawned. "Aw, go on, what do you wanna talk about?" I said.

Mack's face turned red. "Hehe, wellll- To put it short, I... um... after all these years, I still got a thing for your aunt, y'know..."

Oh shit, he's gonna ask me to take pictures of her, will he? Pictures of what, though? She's a fucking cow! You can hardly tell apart her breasts from her stoma-

"So, um," He sniffled. "I want you... to help me get with her as soon as possible!" You kidding me? He wants me to not only go back to see that pig again, but also set up a date for them? Ppfh, he's insane!

"My sincerest apologies, Mack Jaiden Corn, but I don't wanna help you with your fat fetish. Sorry!" I jumped off the stool. "Now, please, let me the fuck out of here! Open this damn door!" I said, rummaging at the handle.

I looked back at Mack in the eye. He was grinding his teeth, eyeing me. "So, it's a no from you, huh?" He snapped. "Gawdamn..." He trailed off.

"Look, I could care less weither or not you end up doing some nasty shit with my aunt or not. In all honesty though, I do wish a slob like you would hook up with Stacy and be with her for the rest of her miserable life. That fucker deserves only the worst coming-"

With a heated face, Mack raised his arms. "Thrift Shop!" Uh oh, looks like I made him ma-

The ground under me rumbled for a short second, and sent me flying in the air.

AAAAHHH!!!

I landed flat on my face. Oh my God... What the hell happened? "Ouch! Fuck, what the fuck did you just do?!" I screamed, getting back on my knees.

"Every man has his secrets," Mack chuckled. "However, I'll be getting everything out of you if you don't comply." He said with a snicker.

Jesus Christ, just how desperate is this guy for nudes? I got on my feet and steadily staggered to the counter. "I've no clue whatever the fuck you did, but I've had it. You're gonna let me go with my stuff, or else I'll report this to authorities!"

In response to my threat, Mack just smiled. That fucking- "Now listen very closely, young- er, old man," I said with a finger pointed at Mack's triple chin. "I don't wanna get my hands dirty tonight, kay? I'll give you one more chance to leave me-"

From Mack's right eye, a teardrop fell. Dawg, what the hell? That seriously was the one thing that pushed him to the edge? Something's off, though. His face isn't all sad and shit, it's something else... something I'm not philosophical enough to describe.