CC Murphy (2)

The Monkhouse pacing with his customary ticks stops by the table of Fat Tony and George to cue the swivel bow tie. Water squirts over Fat Tony’s face and onto his GM Burger.

Fat George begins to chuckle.

(Jus’ like Bogie to his African Queen), the Monkhouse shows a set of false teeth before launching his scattergun of gags at the bemused fat men.

“Murphy is on guard duty again. Gets to listen to cock rock again.

Murphy on guard duty again. Gets to listen to several English Officers and Gentlemen circa 1950 reading choice passages from the Necronomicon.

Murphy on guard duty again. Gets to listen to raving poofters berating each other at a drag fest fed through a magi-mix of acid beats.

Murphy on guard duty again. Gets to see the weirdest things i.e. holograms of the Illuminati and Papa Ratzinger hovering over a thousand and one splitting orifices.”