Sublime

this is the opposite of a slave auction.

“The first rule of Flunk Klub,” Aardvark said, “is you don’t talk about Flunk Klub.”

Byron refused to act in a manner befitting a gentleman about to get his afternoon shave. I gave up and spurted some cream on his face, clumsily spreading it around like a creepy toddler finger-painting in the Twilight Zone.