Page 125 of The Protector
“So?”
“Apologize.”
Magni rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry you’re such a whining pussy who needs food not to be grumpy.”
Two loud gasps came from David and Jonah.
“Look,” I interfered before Magni got us in real trouble. “It’s just how we talk. Don’t be offended, we’re just more crude than you are.”
“And tougher,” Magni muttered low.
I slammed his shoulder hard. “Shut the fuck up. They are helping us, so cut the crap and leave them alone, you miserable fuck.”
David’s and Jonah’s jaws were hanging open and when they finally spoke their voices were shaken. “I’ve never heard anyone talk that way,” Jonah said and whistled. “My friends won’t believe me when I tell them about this road trip.”
“You can’t tell them,” David reminded him. “It’s forbidden to speak about Nmen.”
Jonah lowered his brows and gave David a sideways glance before he looked to me and Magni. “Talk about forbidden, I know a crude joke,” he said conspiratorially.
“Oh, yeah? Then let’s hear it,” I encouraged him and saw his lips twist in a wicked closed-mouth smile. “Why is a man the smartest when he is having sex?”
“Why?”
“Because he’s plugged into a woman.” With an expectant smile he waited for our reactions.
“What the fuck?” Magni breathed and shook his head at me. “Do they even understand how fucking disturbing it is to hear shit like that from someone with a dick?”
I leaned forward. “You need to work on your repertoire,” I told Jonah. “Next time you tell a crude joke, tell this one,” I said. “How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?”
“How?” Jonah asked.
I smiled. “When she starts her sentence with, ‘A man once told me...’"
They laughed. “Do you know anymore jokes?”
“Sure, why did the woman cross the road?”
“Why?” David asked.
“Who cares? What the hell was she doing out of the kitchen in the first place?”
Jonah and David frowned in confusion.
“Ahh, forget it,” Magni grunted and waved a hand dismissively in the air. “They have no sense of humor.”
“We have a sense of humor,” Jonah insisted, “but what’s funny about a woman in the kitchen?”
“It’s a sexist joke suggesting that a woman’s place is in the kitchen to serve her man.”
“Ahh,” they said but still looked puzzled.
“Look, I’m hungry too, so let’s take a break and find something to eat,” I suggested.
“I could eat a big juicy burger,” Magni sighed wistfully.
“Do you want one too?” Jonah asked me.
“We can have burgers? But I thought meat wasn’t allowed.” I grinned in surprise.
