Lion, Tiger, Bear I 51 me about you and your peculiar hobby, and your Nazi connections in Rome. Hes safely locked up in Valhalla, and doesnt like the idea of mass ritual murder believe it or not, non-combatant children especially. We exchange sleazy favors. Tit for tat. Hes an occultist! spat the robed Egyptian man, gagging on his foul meal and pointing to Bernie with a shaking finger. I can smell a White Illuminati dog anywhere. A bloodline traitor The other Spanish woman then poured the remaining genitalia sauce over his shaved head. Salud,pellejo. Bernie bowed slightly with a disrespectful smile and arms outstretched as if in the court of King Louis XIII. Guilty. The light, or in my case the dull grey, must always triumph over the dark, or try to with gusto. Business as usual. Nothing personal. Furious beyond measure, Arruda angrily hissed like a snake from the back of his throat, flesh falling from his mouth. Open wide. Bernie removed the bishops soft silk hat and stuffed it in the mans mouth. You know, cowboys out west like to put their dusty boot on the head of a hissin rattler before slicing it off, he whispered. Feel mine? What will you do with us? asked the Englishman politely, a medal-winner from the Great War. He undid his white robe to show his old dress uniform and awards. It impressed no one. ‘Ihe King knows me well. You, my dear general? pointed Bernie, strolling about as if he owned the place. Fuck the King, growled the Sergeant, a sinewy Yorkshireman, aggressively pushing the generals head with his rifle barrel. Youre going to a certain wind-blown island off western Scotland, a decaying castle for ver-r-ry special prisoners with dishonorable conduct charges and worse. No delicious children for miles and miles, just big standing stones erected by kind and loving women druidsarmed with African double rifles of course says my girlto mock you, day after day, all those angry Celtic mother spirits haunting you. You11 be debriefed by occult experts, nothing but the best. And there ye shall rot in a cold dungeon cell smelling of dead fish for five hundred years. Bernie then looked to Arruda and lied. But as for the rest of you egg- sucking black magicians-in-training, if you roll over for us on certain, well, occult, industrial, financial, and military matters, Ill see what I can do pertaining to limited sentences or even possibly.. .a prisoner exchange.^er they talk. Ill personally have them