from Anthony - Friday, December 20, 2002
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This second installment contains needles violence, gratuitous graphic gore and general weirdness.
FASSBINDER Part II:
James Bail Bonds… “James In Bonds”, soon to be, or so he thought. See, he had just walked in his office and checking his email as usual, when, “you’ve got new mail”, an anonymous sender warned him, “they know, get out now!!” No time to figure out who sent it and if was legit or not.
Werner Kuhntass, the Webmaster, walked in his office very calculatedly calm and poised.
Werner Kuhntass: Put your gun away, there’s no need for that.
Fassbinder: how did you find out? How long have you known?
Werner Kuhntass: Well, looks like we got ourselves a Mexican Standoff…no matter, look, I want to make a deal with you…PARTNERS!
Fassbinder: Sorry bud, no deal! Either way, one of us is going to die now and as my gun is my witness it won’t be me.
Werner Kuhntass: I don’t think so compadre, you need me alive because you don’t know just how much I know…you will deal with me otherwise, I’ll reach my hand into your gut, pull out your intestines, and writer “loser” all over the walls with your blood.
Fassbinder: Guess I don’t have a choice, do I?
Werner Kuhntass: C’mon, it’s not all that bad, there’s strength in partnerships! Meet me tonight at the Waste Bar, after work.
Mr. Fassbinder never worked with a partner, and never would, but he did have allies or “contacts”, one of which was Sherry Vodsa, owner of the Waste Bar, on 92 Hangover Street, of course, Kuhntass didn’t know this. It ‘s not about who you know, but about who owes you favors, and hopefully not who you owe.
Fassbinder: I need someone “silenced” once I get certain information out of him. We’re meeting at your dump tonight, have the back room ready.
Sherry Vodsa: You bastard! You only call me when you’re in a bind…I get the feeling you don’t love me anymore.
Fassbinder: I love myself through you, and the other way around!
Sherry Vodsa: Anyway, is your “friend” healthy?
Fassbinder: What?! How should I know?
Sherry Vodsa: Just curious, my chef likes to experiment with his “peculiar” recipes…besides, whenever our meat shipments have been delayed, we get “creative” in making what we have stretch…we have a deal with our “contact” in the morgue. But don’t worry, I’ve never given you anything less than 100% USDA approved.
Fassbinder: And I should thank you for that?
Sherry Vodsa: Whatever…see ya t’night!
It all happened so fast, Werner Kuhntass, blinded by his greed was “bushwhacked” while discussing the details of the “partnership” in the back room. Fassbinder tried to find out just what Werner knew, how he knew, and whether or not he had told anyone. Werner was a tough one to crack, but even the strongest have their breaking point.
“It’s all in my palm pilot” he squealed.
“And where would that be?” he asked impatiently.
His palm pilot was literally that…a chip embedded in his palm under the skin, covered by a tattoo of a WWII pilot crashing into a palm tree – his “desktop icon”. Fassbinder very carefully perform the “surgery”, this would be all the information he needed, almost all…now Sherry could do whatever she wanted with Kuhntass. “Good luck making steak outta him” Fassbinder joked. Not exactly your typical Webmaster, Kuhntass was by nature a very violent man, crossing him often resulted in one’s death. However, he would almost always give his victims a chance to confess Christ before murdering them…he had won many souls. Except that one time…”that one”. He had hung one of his former bosses by his umbilical cord. It’s not everyday that we see a grown man walking around with his umbilical cord still attached to his stomach, but that was the only “link” he had with his mother who die while giving birth to him…the kind doctor left him a part of her…how sweet. “You’ll be re-united with her now” he said as he kicked the chair from under his victim. So, I guess it’s hard to feel sorry for him, the way he died. His eyes were gauged out and replaced with his testicles, all of 5 his dicks were shoved down his throat, (I wish that happened to all rapist), and he was too unconscious to say his final prayers before breathing his last breath.
Fassbinder uploaded all the data from the palm pilot and discovered that Werner Kuhntass had been working with someone at Datakomen, the company that hired him to spy. Someone had sold him out…who? Why? Was this the same person who alerted him by email that morning? “Nah, that doesn’t make sense”, he thought, but maybe it did. Were Werner and the other person doubling-crossing each other?
To Be Continued.