Tacos

Disclaimer: I do not own JTHM or Squee... if I did own them, there are a few people who would not be walking the earth right now... don't worry... they would not be missed... I would also lend Nny out to all you intelligent people suffering from the amount of morons in today's society.

Nny pushed aside the masses of rough copies of happy noodle boy comics all crumpled on the floor. They were becoming too lucid. With a groan he responded to the voice calling to him. "...Um... Nny? Sir!... ummm... dinner's ready." Nny jumped up. He felt hungry, he realized, but that was probably from the smell.

Ever since Squee had gotten tired of Ramen, and gone to the library and signed out a cook book, Nny found himself regularly eating. Could HE help it if that kids tacos were damn good? Mouth watering excessively, he headed for the table. Squee brought out two plates both with several tacos on. Squee hated to disrupt Nny when he was in his 'moods', meaning drawing, so he learned, and quickly, what his caretaker liked on them.

"By the way," Squee said as he set the plate down, "What's in that pail in the sink?"

Nny calmly looked up from his taco. "You didn't dump it, did you?"

"No... I just moved it so I could wash the lettuce."

"Well, good. It's food. For the wall."

"food?"

"Yes. I don't want to have to go hunting tonight, so I stored the wall's 'food' in the bucket."

"Food? Hunting?" Squee was afraid to ask what Nny meant by that, so he settled with, "Why?"

"These are good tacos..."

"NNY!"

The elder of the boys gave a throaty chuckle. "Well, 'Boogie Demon Snowmen From Mars' Happens to be opening in theaters tonight."

"oh..."

"Will you be coming? You're thirteen now, it's time you learned the truth about the world."

Squee had matured enough to know his guardian was bluffing so he gave his answer eagerly. "Sure!"

"Well then, you'd better get ready, it starts in half an hour."

They left ten minutes later. The drive was ten minutes long, so they arrived just in time to secure Nny's favorite seats. Front row. Center.

As always, some prick, with his sluttish girlfriend decided to sit behind them. The kicking of the seats was inevitable. Nny warned them. He really did. More than he normally did, due to him loosing track because the movies was a good one. After about the billionth time, he turned around and silently, so as not disturb any fellow viewers, who were trying to enjoy themselves, slit their throats.

"Now, for the final time, stop kicking my seat!" He whispered to their corpses.