# existential detective work when those one thought once loved them end up disposing of one's stinking remains with casual abandonment say tossed into the local dry dock next to a bunch of rusty shipping containers one tries calling them jerks but it comes out as cherks or cjerks as one's lower jaw doesn't work right since passing on turns out the bottom of dry dock is covered in vile ultra orange industrial crud which brings the recently dead back to a twisted mutated life parody one is now a hardcore sokalled existential detective driven only by revenge now armed with the biopsychic ability to make nearby bad guys blurt out embarrassing private revelations making fellow criminal colleagues furious to darkly laughable degrees heavily augmented thug enforcer: hi boss i finished helping your moms with her shopping she says to send you her love crime boss: thanks how she doing thug enforcer: to be honest her fat arts is even bigger than the last time we were in bed together um what crime boss: say that again cyber punk undead existential detective hiding in rafters: heh // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]