III.
Sock Puppet Jesus still struggled against the restraint.
“You won’t get out,” Rory Parker told him, stroking his graying goatee.
“We’re going to get you off of the janitor.”
Lawson entered the room, dragging a jackhammer. He dropped it beside the
table. The assistant grabbed the cord and walked to an outlet to plug it
in.
“You can try all you fucking want,” the puppet said. “But you’ll never
win. Your plan is already fucking stopped.”
“This plan, yes,” Rory responded. “But I have plenty of time to begin
again.”
Rory raised his right arm. On his hand was a red sock with red horns and a
devilish grin.
“Hiya, Jesus,” the red puppet said. It laughed maniacally.
“Seriously,” Sock Puppet Jesus lamented. “Another fucking puppet!”
“Ha!” the red puppet laughed. “I’ve been like this for a long time.”
Rory stood up from the desk and walked toward the table holding the
incapacitated janitor. The devil puppet continued laughing.
“Over twenty years ago,” the red puppet said, “I transported myself to
Earth, only to find myself attached to this guy’s arm.”
“Fuck,” the Jesus puppet muttered.