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After the trial, but before sentencing, Junella and Zinc asked for special dispensation to have the prisoner transferred to their custody for an afternoon. When the judge asked why, they told him. He found it highly unorthodox, obviously constituting cruel and unusual punishment, and refused.
Tessie Crynight spoke up from her videomnibus. "Overruled. It sounds hilarious and I wanna watch."
And so the mutt and skunk had journeyed to find the absolute grungiest, dirtiest, most poorly-maintained laundromat in the city.
Zinc was leaning on a tumbledryer with one leg crossed over the other, appreciating the centerfold in a titty magazine. The machine was rumbling in obvious overloaded distress.
Finally it dinged and sputtered to a stop.
Junella stopped filing her nails and hopped up from her rickety plastic chair. She walked over to the dryer and opened the door.
"FUCK YOU WITH THE SPLINTERED COLLARBONES OF ALL YOUR ANCESTORS!!!" screamed Sulilong's bruised and blistered head.
Junella's eyebrows went up. "Ooh. He's been workin' on that one for a while, don't you think?"
Zinc nodded, appreciating its pungency.
The skunk leaned into the round porthole. "Ready to apologize yet?"
"EAT SHIT!!! WHEN I GET OUT OF THIS I WILL SHOVE MY HOOVES DOWN BOTH YOUR THROATS AND KICK YOUR ASSES INTERNALLY!!"
Junella shrugged. "As you wish." She looked to Zinc. "How much longer you wanna leave him in for?"
The mutt tapped a wrench to his lips. "I ain't gotta be anywhere till lunchtime and that's-" he glanced at his wrist, which did not have a watch. "-three hours from now."
"Three hours it is." With a cheerful smile, she tossed in another sheet of fabric softener and began to slowwwly shut the dryer door.
"Wait! WAIT!!!"
"Phobiopolis: Killing Machines"
Started: 8/31/2018 Finished: 11/30/2018 Editing completed: 2/13/2019