>>55764525“Go on,” said Lennie. “How’s it gonna be. We gonna get a little thread on /vp/.”
“We’ll have a Miltank,” said George. “An’ we’ll have maybe a Tepig an’ Torchic ... an’ down the flat we’ll have a... little piece alfalfa—”
“For the Buneary,” Lennie shouted.
“For the Buneary,” George repeated.
“And I get to tend the Buneary.”
“An’ you get to tend the Buneary.”
Lennie giggled with happiness. “An’ live on the fatta the (you)s’.”
“Yes.”
Lennie turned his head.
“No, Lennie. Look down there acrost the river, like you can almost see the OC.”
Lennie obeyed him. George looked down at the gun.
There were crashing footsteps in the brush now. George turned and looked toward them.
“Go on, George. When we gonna do it?”
“Gonna do it soon.”
“Me an’ you.”
“You... an’ me. Ever’body gonna be nice to you. Ain’t gonna be no more trouble. Nobody gonna troll nobody nor basedjak ‘em.” Lennie said, “I thought you was mad at me, George.”
“No,” said George. “No, Lennie. I ain’t mad. I never been mad, an’ I ain’t now. That’s a thing I want ya to know.”
The voices came close now. George raised the gun and listened to the voices.
Lennie begged, “Le’s do it now. Le’s get that thread now.”
“Sure, right now. I gotta. We gotta.”
