Three Brood Instigators

39. Knuckle Trust Development

Hours of embarrassment later,

"I just can't believe all the things we prepared and did for the manor were for nothing!" Robert said.

"Did we really have to obey the underground though?" Ben argued.

"Well... let's just accept the fate, shall we?" Herman said.

"It is just unfair!" Ben angered like a child. "We worked our butt for it, and they just told us to throw it away just like that!"

"Uhh, look, Ben, maybe, maybe what they wanted us to do was right, we just robbed the mayor's house, THE FREAKING MAYOR's house," Rob calmed.

"Well I guess we should have realised who we were messing with, I knew that manor job was not worth it from the start!" Herman said. "Should have known it was a corrupted mayor's house to begin with."

Clayne didn't want to eat his breakfast sitting with three arguing peacocks about the last moon. "I will be walking," Clayne said, leaving the cliff cave.

Clayne was just feeling as embarrassed and humiliated as they were. He counted how much it was worth, and thus, he himself counted how selfish the people who supported the throw out were, he trusted Drock, not Febby. He sat at the light pole, he didn't want to eat, his liver said no; he just wanted to rest, to move on from humiliation, and nonetheless enjoy the once-in-a-lifetime exceptional peaceful moment in a town of deluded riots of old people, until he snapped the pole.

"Hey, man," Pastuzo greeted. "Gosh, Clayne, 3pm and you still feel sleepy?"

"I am not in the mood to talk, Pastuzo," Clayne exhausted

"Why?" Pastuzo asked

"Some deep shit happened last night, and don't you dare ask why," Clayne pointed.

"Ok, ok, no measures," Pastuzo defused. He asked, "So... you are in town, is there something you want to do?"

Clayne said, "I don't know."

"I guess whatever shit happened yesterday got you hard, did it?" Pastuzo sensed. "Was it a gig?"

"Don't ask anymore,"he warned. "Bit, more or less, yeah, it was a gig, a big one,"

"I am sorry for the loss," Pastuzo sympathised. "To be honest, you have a very weird life,"

"Who doesn't?" Clayne correlated.

"You know, now that you're here, I think you need some cheering up to do," Pastuzo said.

"Pastuzy, I am fine," Clayne replied.

"Ok, please, don't call me, Pastuzy," Pastuzo reminded

"Why, Pastuzy?" Clayne played.

"Alright, can I call you Clayney, Canny, Cloney?" Pastuzo chuckled.

"Ok, ok," Clayne chuckled. "But seriously, I'm bored."

"Well, let's do something?" Pastuzo suggested.

"I am not in the mood to take another store," Clayne said.

"I can see that," he understood. "Was the gig really as bad as it looks?"

Clayne explained in a way he could understand, "Think of it as this, Pastuzo. Let's say you are a treasure hunter, and you heard about this treasure hidden beneath the deepest caves, containing probably the world's greatest and most dangerous trap that not one person can ever get out. Somehow, you got out, with the treasure,well done, you got fame and money. Surely you could have expected some rebels, those who wanted to steal the treasure off you for comfort and laziness, A.K.A the cops or Bounty Hunters; but nah, instead, your fellow crewmates, A.K.A SOME UNFORGIVABLE ASSHOLES, suddenly warning that you have to return the treasure because it was a gift from God, and if the treasure is not returned to its place, some 2012 movie shit will happen, and everyone will die! It is for our safety, WELL THAT'S BULLSHIT!! All that effort for fucking nothing, no fame, no money, only to listen and obey to some idiots who don't matter to us, we put our risks into this and it was for nothing!"