Chapter 4 - Delivery Boy

"Dudley speaking"

"Hey Dudley, you saw the news?"

"..."

"You know how it is"

"You're not making my job easier"

"And they're not making mine either, sure I'm sorry yadda yadda I should be more careful yadda yadda"

"At least apologize appropriately"

"Fine, I'm sorry, I need your help"

"Alright, sure" "Just make sure you don't pop more, at least not in the near future"

"Marvelous, I owe you a favour"

"Sure, don't kill anyone"

Her hand lowers, and realized "How the fuck am I going to open this" the bottle is screwed and sealed shut with heated plastic cover.

About 5 minutes later at a nondescript alleyway, she finally managed to open the bottle by biting the plastic open, and unscrewing the bottle by again biting the top and rotating it. After chugging down halfway of the whiskey, the bottle is flung unto the floor and subsequently shatters on impact "блять, fucking taste like piss" "What the fuck is with today"

The room is noticeably foggy, the large girl is sitting on the sofa, with Russian Standard 3/4th empty on her only hand and a black cigarette on her only mouth, eyes half-opened and barely fixated on the large idiot box. "Anchovies, yeah, sure, sure, extra? No, you know my place, yeah, 50 cash". The TV is showing benign news about the latest electoral candidates, and King Charles having a meal on Nandont's.

Approximately 15 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

"Pacino's Pizzeria"

Her eyes shift to the appropriately placed peephole, which is about 47 centimeters below the ceiling (the door still goes all the way up to the ceiling). There stands a teenager, wearing a cap decorated with the word 'Pacino's' in bold and a gruff-looking mafia with a fedora behind it. He's carrying a large pizza box, clearly trademarked with the same logo as his cap. He looks somewhat lithe in posture and shorter than average, about 3/5 as tall as the ceiling, which is about 3 meters.

After about 2 solid minutes of unlocking various locks, she proceeds to open the door. The delivery boy visibly startles as this colossus of a woman stands in front of him, wearing nothing but white-blue raglan shirt with writing that says 'Sugoi Dekai' and short stretchy jeans. "What, haven't seen a girl this big, boy?" His pants visibly tents up "No, this isn't gonna be like one of those hentais you wank off to. Here's 50 where's the change" the boy flusters even harder "Um.. uh, here, ma'am, uh... enjoy your meal" "Thanks, oh and, well, maybe, see ya" she closes the door and spends another 2 solid minutes locking up the door again.

"How does she knows hent-" the boy grins "Sugoi Dekai, hah"

But before the boy leaves the flat a scream went down the hallway

"HELL NO PEDOPHILLIA IS IMMORAL AND ILLEGAL I AM NOT RIDING YOUR **** BOY!" and then the frantic locking of doors ensues, again.

The boy sighs and leaves for his company motorcycle.

"Why did I wear this stupid fucking shirt. Ah fuck why am I so fucking lonely" She sighs heavily and chugs the whole bottle of Russian Standard.

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