Chapter 10 - A Side Hustle

A break from your regularly scheduled program.

This place is fucking bonkers.

Clarence strolled down the empty corridor, as finally that silly ho had let him go.

"Sitting between your titties was nice at first girl, now it's just annoying". This rat no longer found any amusement in the elf's games, but I guess that's how the old proverb goes, "show me a woman and I'll show you a rat tired of getting rammed down her shirt", right?

This place gave him the fucking creeps, but damn if the food wasn't fire, too bad it made him black out occasionally. Win some ya loose some, he just chalked it up to the game. Plus, there were no greasy ass alley cats, homicidal housewives, or drunken brawls that could've potentially meant his ass getting squashed. 

The only strange things that happened here was some weird voodoo shit and some strange fucking, but sheit, that ain't any different from a sewer. This place was basically his crib, and he was king of the castle. 

Also, not that anyone he noticed, but this place was sitting on gold! He dug down into a hole in the western corridor last week and ya boy found a stack of loot. All these ghost and ghouls that died here must've left that all that shit, scepters and crowns and coins. Lucky for him, clearly no one else knew! It was all his. Still he had no idea what he, a rat, was gonna do with all that. Oh well.

Clarence was living large.



