I have pencil. In hip. He say.
How? I say.
Karate. He say.
Oh. I say.
Yes. He say.
We leave it? I ask.
Why sure. He say.
Decoration. I say.
No. Need out. He say.
I pull. I say. Pencil out.
Ouch. He say.
Sorry daddy. I say.
You hurt king dad. He say.
Sorry daddio. I say.
I lick his blood hip. He smile.
Dads blood good. I say.
Mmm. He moans.
