Freddy stood and hastily dressed himself. THis assembling of clothes was still foreign to him, it had been 3 days since his maid Vera had angrily quit. The slaps to the buttocks and thighs she could ignore Vera yelled, but his fetish for dressing in her clothes had undone her reason. Vera had left. Vera took all her clothes.
Freddy walked slowly down the winding steps and stumbled forward into the light of the day. He took a moment to shake his fist at the sun and made his way down the bustling street. Everywhere he looked were men with monkey sidekicks. Peddling their ridiculous "entertainment" Freddy spit at a monkey disdainfully and the mOnkey angrily hissed. He would have to be careful. Monkey's had longer arms than he had once thought. The two inch scar on his forehead throbbed with remembrance. He would have his revenge. The Brass Muzzle would see to that.
His feet propelled him further into the mass of stinking rotting Yugoslavians. Franky Two Toes. He had to find Franky Two Toes.
Freddy halted in front of the largest building in town. It had been a brothel for the handicapped but in the moralistic uprising of the local church it had been taken over and converted to a bingo hall. Inside the handicapped still squandered their souls, they just yelled "bingo" instead of "Oh God" when they scored. "What a crazy world," Freddy mumbled to himself, "when a guy with one leg can't even buy the love of a moderately attractive whore..."
"Indeed," chimed a familiar voice, "I tried to fight it but the priest was from another world man. He wouldn't hear of it. "
Freddy turned slowly. It had been years since he had seen Franky two Toes. Not since the incident that made Franky who he was had he set eyes on the man who had robbed him of all that he was rightfully his.
"The Muzzle" Freddy whispered, his rage exposed like a homeless man with ripped underwear. "Where is it?"
Franky laughed. "Come inside my friend. Much has changed..and much has remained the same. Let us talk."
