Luther nodded his head right back. His head bobbed up and down like it was on a stick in fact, Willie thought. His eyes took on a sad look as well, and his mouth turned down into a pout as he spoke.
"Poor wittle Willie! Poor, poor wittle Willie! Does da poor wittle Willie need a bow job? Does he?" his pointed tongue snaked out of his mouth once more and licked his lips as he finished, and he smacked them loudly. Then his eyes suddenly flew open, as if he had discovered some astounding revelation, and his lips once more stretched into a wide grin.
"I'll do you, if you do me, Willie boy!"
Now it was Willie's turn to have his eyes fly open, but there was no teasing light behind them when they did, as there had been in Luther's.
"N-N-No," he nearly screamed. His eyes bulged in fear as Luther continued to hold the smile on his lips, the sharp teeth glinting wickedly behind them.
Luther burst out with a deep rumbling laugh as Willie finished, but just as quickly cut it off, and frowned as he spoke. "Well, don't say I didn't offer, you ungrateful little fuck-stick." He smiled once more. "But if you change your mind..." he allowed a hopeful look to creep into his eyes, and shrugged his shoulders simultaneously, "...maybe?" He arched his eyebrows suggestively, as he once again licked his lips.
"Well fuck you then," he finished feigning rejection, "what's a girl supposed to do?"
He paused seemingly lost in thought, and Willie stood shaking, waiting for him to continue.
"So, my little friend, what to do... Well? Hey, you ignorant little cock-sucker, I'm talking to your black ass!" He suddenly screamed. He allowed the pitch of the scream to fall off at the end. "Well?" he asked more calmly.
"I-I," Willie began.
"I-I," Luther mimicked. "I, WHAT?"
Willie struggled to compose himself for a second before he spoke, his voice however, was still shaky, and hardly more than a whisper. "We could kill 'em?" Willie asked hopefully, and then more positively. "We could kill 'em somehow, Luther."
"And how do you propose we do that, shit-for-brains?" Luther asked sarcastically. He waved his hands impatiently. "Fuck it. I'll tell you how I propose to do it."
He gestured with the fingers of one hand towards the computer screen. "See this?"
Willie nodded his head, and was glad to be able to look away from Luther as he turned his eyes to look at the monitor. "Yes," he managed to squeak, as he licked his lips.
"You know you really are a useless little fuck, Willie," Luther said, "but I'll tell you anyway. You see they didn't just build a nuclear reactor down here, Willie boy. No-sirree-Bob, they sure didn't. They put in a couple of fucking missiles to boot," he paused for a second. "I got both of those cock-knockers aimed right at Rochester. Now, what'd'ya think of that, Willie boy? You think that little tid-bit of information might help out our sitcheeashin a little bit?" he turned to the keyboard, and quickly punched in several codes. A small window appeared on the green screen, and the word ARMED, flashed inside a small box within the window. It flashed on and off, pulsing the message.
"Then, Willie boy, all I have to do is enter one more line of code, and, WHAMO! They're fuckin' history. Now... Tell me... Ain't that real damn interesting, Willie? Don't that just make ya wanna shoot a load right in your pants?" He continued without waiting for Willie to speak.
"Fuckin' A, it does. Damn straight! Now, what do you think of that Willie? Don't that make the cheese more binding?"
Willie just nodded his head as his eyes stared at the flashing message on the screen.
"Ain't gonna do it though, wouldn't be prudent" Luther said in a surprisingly good George Bush imitation. Willie said nothing.
Luther paused and then resumed in his own voice. "You know Willie; you ain't got no sense of humor at all. I ain't gonna do it, cause I don't wanna do it yet. Yet, Willie, but you can bet your ass I will do it, and soon at that. I'm tired of fucking around with those ass-holes. Especially since that stupid fuck Ira tried to roast me. Can you imagine that, Willie? Can You? I really don't think you can. It really hurt my feelings, Willie, it really did. But, hey! Fuck-em right?"
He paused again and grinned so widely that Willie was sure his face was going to split, as he turned from the screen and looked at him. Then, as Willie watched, incredibly it did. His face split completely in two, and his lower jaw and teeth swung down, and flopped onto his chest with a wet splash. Green fluid jetted out and sprayed across the room where it splattered onto the front of Willie's shirt, and began to hiss.
Small curls of smoke drifted up from the front of his shirt as he looked, and his mouth opened in surprise, a tight little whining sound creeping from his throat.
Luther began to laugh, deep belly laughs, and Willie looked back at him.
His mouth had somehow joined itself back together, he saw, and he shifted his gaze quickly back to his shirt to see if the smoking green liquid was still burning its way through and into his body. It wasn't, it was gone. His shirt was just as white and pristine as it had been when he had entered the room.
Luther stopped laughing, but still chuckled as he spoke. "Boy oh boy," he chuckled, "do we ever have an active little imagination... You're a funny little bastard, Willie boy, Real funny." He immediately stopped laughing, and turned serious as his eyes bored into Willie.
"Well anyway," he continued, "I say
