A drink at Grim Hex

by Doc Orion

Doc Orion looked at the beautifully coda revolver in his hands, and felt grumpy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his scummy surroundings. He had always hated Grim Hex with its filthy, glamorous garbage. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel grumpy and the need to drink. The stench of garbage and rotten critters stuck in broken air vents plagued the senses.

Doc gulped from his flask. He glanced at his own reflection in a broken mirror across the bar. He was a dastardly, despised, whisky drinker with smoker tendencies and clammy hands. His friends saw him as a barbecued, breakable badass. Once, he had helped a lonely mangy dog recover from a flying rabies accident.

But not even a dastardly person who had once helped a lonely mangy dog recover from flying rabies, was prepared for what the bounty had in store today.

Just then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of the bounty. the figure was a neglectful squid of a man with a fidgety posture and greasy hair.

Vaporized Smoke tendrils oozed from his face, a face covered in scars and marks of galactic diseases of exotic natures you only read about in the magazines in the waiting rooms at cousin crows.

The steam acid rain teased like barking whales during a country music concert, making Doc salty.

As Doc stepped into the light and the bounty came closer, he could see the disturbed smile on his face.

"I am here because I want revenge," the bounty bellowed, in a shameful tone. He slammed his fist against his chest, with the force of a rodent. "I frigging hate you, Doc Orion."

Doc looked back, even more salty and still fingering the beautiful coda revolver at his side. " you will never leave here alive, captain morgan..... or should i say mad morgan!" he replied in the voice of someone tired and wary of the predictable outcome these encounters usually end in.

They looked at each other with mad feelings of anger and spite, like two crooked, curried cats dying at a very despised battle, which had dubstep music playing in the background and two deranged grandpas rampaging to the beat.

Suddenly, the bounty lunged forward and tried to stab Doc in the heart. Quickly, Doc grabbed the beautiful revolver and brought it down on the bounty's skull.

The bounties squid chesticles trembled and his fidgety thinker wobbled. He looked distorted, his body raw like a fishtart, kaleidoscopic protein bar.

Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later the bounty was dead.

Doc Orion Shrugged and returned his coda revolver back under his coat, smiled, went back inside, and made himself a nice whisky, neat.

THE END