Phil’s Point of View
Joe and I were eating dinner at my favorite hole in the wall when my burner phone rang, “who the f**k is this now?” I mumbled. “What, I’m eating” I grouched into the phone. I hated to be bothered, ever, especially when I was eating.
“They’re monsters man! They’re fuckin monsters!” tweedle dee and tweedled dum were acting like a bunch of scared little girls.
“What the f**k is the matter wit the two of you’s huh? The only monster you’s need to worry about is me!” I yelled.
“No way man, we ain’t sign up for this, you didn’t see his eyes or the strength he has. He picked me up and threw me like a ragdoll! Not to mention his buddy snapped Tony’s arm like a twig, nope we’re fuckin out. I don’t know what they are but they ain’t human!”
“You stupid sonsabitches, you’re
