Page 89 of Swamp Kings 1

“Atlas has a thing for food,” Harlow said.

“Bruh,” Hurricane said, fighting back chuckles. “Our boy looks like he’s going down on a bowl ofpussy.”

The explosion of guffaws hit all at once with Bishop’s big mouth waking poor lil’ T-Bagio. It only got funnier when Atlas shot them two fuck youfingers before getting back to that bowl of pussy with gusto. The sight had them falling out their seats. Even the terror triplets found it funny.

“Hey!” Bacon called over the racket. “Pussy and food are like rice andgravy.”

“And that’sourperv,” Bishop informed Kult with pride.

“It’s not the fucking food I get off to,” Atlas explained. “It’s watching a woman eat it.” A fresh round of booming laughs hit as he shook his lowered head. Judging by his expression, it wasn’t his first time getting fucked with about it.

“Fuckinglegendary,” Spook blurted while catching his breath.

“Oui,” Bishop agreed. “Your name will surely be heard in our circles, long after you are dead.”

Atlas’s tongue made an exaggerated pass around his whole mouth, splitting their guts again. He stood after a bit and went to the food table, then turned with a whole pie, diving in with his mouth.

Mon fuckingDieuhe was going to killthem.

He stood there in pie heaven, red sauce dripping from his mouth and chin as he ate that pie out like apussyking.

Kult took poor lil’ T-Bagio who was wide awake, bawling.

Whatever divide might have existed between these new brothers was wiped away now. Not a hugesurprise that pussy won that trophy. They all lived to have it, and they’d all die to keep it.

When things finally settled down, Harlow stood. “Okay brothers. The food was… amazing,” he said, holding back a grin. “But, it’s time to ruin some appetites and get to the reason we called you here.”

“Let’s do it,” Bullets said, a man beyond ready to shoot more than love blanks.

“So, who recalls about the dirty brain collection part of my education?” Harlow wondered.

“You callin’ our terror triplets dirty?” Hurricane cautioned.

“Yes! You understood,” Harlow celebrated, turning to the triplets. “Definitely not calling them dirty. Kinky no doubt, but not dirty.”

“Give em’ time to get a little more tied up in it,” Traps assured.

“He speaks from experience,” Nitro chuckled.

“So, what about it?” Bishop asked, ready to get to the dirty point.

“Well, Handy replicated the parts of our minds that mingled with our cognitive gifts and became dangerous. He then created a vessel that enabled him to take these parts into himself for the purpose of removing them eternally from us. But here comes a little tiny woman,” Harlow marveled, “with simple, sweet words that not only reverses unfathomably complex codes, but splits… a whole into two, allowing these little monsters to escape their containment. Not only did they get into his wife, but it turns out when Quantum shut Kaphas down, they hitched a ride on his Backlash power into him as well.”

“You telling us that the Quantum King is possessed?” Bullets said, pissed. “How about call me when there’s something I can put a bullet in.” He pointed at Seer. “That’s the man you need, not us.”

“This isn’t just a spiritual thing,” Harlow corrected.

“What are you thinking?” 8-Bit wondered.

“We need a better vessel,” Kult said.

“If you can extract them and put them into another container,” Patches said. “Why aren’t we just... disposing of them?”

“Because they’re symbiotic and powerful,” the Fetch triplet said.

“And they have knowledge that’s still needed,” their fathoming triplet added.

“Also, they cannot be killed. Only contained.”

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