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for nothing, lying around
taking big dumps. Like you do on your lunch break when you head back to the
john with the newest Hustler. Everyone knows you’re shitting and masturbating
at the same time.”
    Jeffrey leaned forward. “Why are you masturbating every day,
Boss? Things not working out with the missus. I guess not. Probably why Darryl
is over at your house on his lunch break fucking your wife all the
time.”
    Darryl turned beet red. He glanced nervously at Donovan, and
began licking his lips.
    “Now wait a minute…” Darryl was easing away from Donovan and
reaching for Jeffrey.
    “If you touch me, I’m going to break your face.” Darryl
froze.
    “Get out.” Donovan squeezed the words from his mouth. “Get
out of here, you little smart ass. Before I call the cops.”
    “Get the fuck out of here!!!! Now!!!” Donovan rose from his
chair, screaming.
    Jeffrey got up and turned to the door. He looked back at his
former bosses.
    “Happily. But first I want to thank you. You’re right.
Everyone should cater after some sort of animal, that primal instinct that lies
buried deep inside ourselves. But I don’t know. I think I feel a bit different
today. Not really animal-like.”
    “Today I feel like a hunter.”
    “Have a nice day, assholes.”
    Jeffrey slammed the door behind him.
     
     
    When he walked out into the showroom, everyone was staring
at him. All the other employees, customers, even the delivery person who
re-filled the drink machine had paused in what he was doing. All had heard the
commotion coming from Donovan’s office.
    Jeffrey nodded at the spectators and headed for the
entrance. Allison was looking at him with concern. Griffin ran up to him, all
smiles.
    “Holy shit, Walls, what did you….” Jeffrey punched Griffin
in the face. His fist connected straight with the middle of Griffin’s skull and
the taller man hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. Blood was squirting from
Griffin’s nose, which was now broken and smashed like a pancake. 
    “What the hell are you doing?” Griffin was gasping through
watery eyes.
    Jeffrey raised his foot and kicked Griffin between the legs.
Twice. Griffin began to yowl with pain, holding his balls while trying to stop
the blood from flowing down his face. Jeffrey stepped over the prone man and
walked up to Allison.
    “You deserve better. He’s trash, a complete fuck-up. He
doesn’t know how to treat you right. You are the sweetest person I have ever
met.” Jeffrey turned and headed for the door. “You need to wake up and drop his
dumb ass.”
    He was out the door before she could respond.
     
    VII.
    His hunger from earlier that morning now returned with a
vengeance. He pulled the car into a small diner and picked a table far back in
the corner. Jeffrey wondered if Hi-Tech would call the police. Then he found
that he really didn’t care if they did or not.
    When the waitress came to take his order, he picked out
three different entrees and four kinds of dessert. As he plowed into the food,
he felt like he would never get full, would never be able to stem the tide of
energy that had erupted from his stomach and head.
    Boom indeed.
    He ordered a milkshake and downed it with a large
cheeseburger. Steak and eggs disappeared along with a Ceasar salad and
meatloaf. He finished his lunch with a glass of sweet tea.
    Sitting at the table, waiting for the waitress to bring back
his change, Jeffrey looked out at where his car was parked.
    My car. What did they keep saying? It’s a really nice
car, Jeffrey.
    “A really nice car,” he said out loud to himself.
    Jeffrey got in his really nice car and drove home.
     
     
    They were waiting for him when he pulled into his parking
spot. Ulee was already clapping Pierce on the back, both of them wearing
innocent smiles. Jeffrey turned the car off and sat looking at the duo through
the windshield. UIee took a few steps forward and lightly knocked on the hood.
    “C’mon. Don’t be mad. It was just a joke. A