Getting this fucker back here was no easy task. I was grateful for the help carrying it. If it had just been Angel and I it would have taken all night. But at last, we made here safely, and I don’t think anyone saw us. Its in the hole, chained up. M.r Tree Assasin is here with me. Notebook, I wish you could have seen the look on his face when we got in here and he was able to look around. I guess its been a while since he’s had hot running water, soap and all the hot food he can eat. I don’t mean to be a bitch but the smell coming off of him was horrendous.
After we got the insectoid secured and drugged, ”Josh” jumped on the opportunity to shower and shave. At least he’s aware of how badly he stinks. I decided to make him a hot meal while he groomed. I’m not the best cook in the world, I lived alone and usually just picked up stuff from fast food places. All the foods down here are pretty elementary though since its all canned or dehydrated food. There are a few freezers loaded with meats and stuff down here but I haven’t really dipped into them except for a few slices of bacon or links of sausage here and there. I decided to make some spaghetti with a meat sauce. Thats not too hard to fuck up. While the meat was defrosting in the microwave I decided to change my clothes since they were covered in branches and dirt and wash my face and hands in one of the other sinks. I didn’t think there would be any hot water for me tonight. No biggie.
I heard the ding on the microwave as I was getting Angel some food and water. Her reaction to tree boy was actually really ammusing. When he first woke and started to sit up she was in his face with her hair standing up and a deep growl rumbling through her body. I told her to hush but she is smart dog and she needed to “clear” him herself. After sniffing him a few times she leaned into his face and gave him a big old slimy kiss. Ick.
I browned the meat in the pan, added sauce and spices and put the lid on to simmer. The smell must have lured him out. “Did you get the first aid stuff I put out for you?” I asked him. He nodded that he had. “I put some pains pills on the table over there for you.” and I nodded in the direction of the table. Notebook, some men are just stubborn. I could tell he had no intention of taking the pills. So I pulled out the needle I planned on using to sew his shoulder up, flashed it in front of him and said “you want to eat before or after I make an attempt to stitch that bad boy up?” I guess the look on my face made him a little less confident with my doctoring skills cause he went to the table and swallowed the pills dry.