Harry Guakomoli gazed into the dark doe eyes of Dinah. He had always been a sucker for a pretty face. Before our hero had always been able to play it cool, not letting the objects of his affection (and lust) know they had him hook, line, and sinker. But there was something about this one that he felt incredibly drawn towards, and it was getting harder for The Guak to maintain the front.
"It's too bad you're not going to stay. We did a lot to put you back together again, Humpty Dumpty. Even that perfect set of teeth that brute Sasquatch smashed up is back."
The Guak, for the first time, ran his tongue along his teeth and Dinah was right. The jagged shards of busted enamel were gone and replaced with his original pearly whites.
"As good as new," she continued. "Where's the love, ingrate?"
"I got killed by a mad scientist who promised to fix me," answered The Guak still fixated on those big brown eyes. "I'm not eager to get involved with another one."
Dinah giggled.
"Dr. Triangle is a weird one," the lady said. "But I'm not sure if he's crazed."
Dinah reached into the pocket of her rubber jacket and pulled out a small notepad and pen. She put her cigarette in her mouth and kept it in place with her full crimson lips while she jotted something down. Dinah tore off the sheet and put the pad and pen back into the pocket. The woman took a drag off her vanilla-flavored cigarette before finally taking it from her lips.
"Here," Dinah said as she handed The Guak the slip of paper. Her small pale hands were dwarfed by our hero's ham-sized mitts. "I know the doctor can be off-putting and hard to take, so if you change your mind you can call me directly."
The Guak looked at the note.
"What's this address under your number? Who's Yvonne?"
"When you weren't ejaculating all over yourself in your sleep you often mumbled something about your mother," Dinah replied. "About wanting to know who she was. Talk to Yvonne. She might be able to give you some insight."
"Hmm. I need to go."
"I understand," Dinah said. "What are you going to do now?"
"Go home. Change out of these clothes. Find mi cucaracha."
"There's something you should know," she said after taking another drag and exhaling. "Not only were you dead, but you were also declared dead. Your last will and testament read, your assets given away. The cat owns your building and has shacked up with that hot senorita you gave the business to,"
The Guak clenched his fists. Though he had only one night with the vivacious Yo-Yo Ramirez, he had intended to rekindle the romance. That our hero's best friend had swooped in, in The Guak's own bed at that, pissed him off.
"Not only that," Dinah continued. "But it looks like he's in cahoots with Los Fuegos Polos. They've taken back the barrio, and it's not pretty, The Guak. The whole neighborhood looks like a war zone. Except for Oslo's building. He spends all day and night chugging forties."
Our hero felt the searing heat of rage start in his belly and grow. The frenzy spread quickly until it consumed him.
"I...I need to get over there," our hero uttered through clenched teeth.
"It's 3am on a Saturday. Driscoll's Diner is right around the corner," Dinah pointed out. "Travis is there."
The Guak stormed off towards the street to find Travis. And then Oslo.
"Hey, The Guak."
Our hero spun around to face the beguiling creature.
"Give me a call when you're ready for me," Dinah said with a wink.
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