#maybe shorter

My favorite animal is the whale shark! It's the biggest fish. I have a cartoon whale shark I got in a museum a long time ago. It's about a foot long. I also like echidnas. I've been to a zoo and pet an echidna. Echidnas look a little bit like hedgehogs, but they know a lot of things about the world that hedgehogs don't know.

My favorite animals to eat are boar (I also like emu, kangaroo, rabbit and crab, but boar is the most important) and squirrel (I also like crane, fox and deer, but I think squirrel is the most important.) There's no better flavor than squirrel flavor. I don't want to eat lions. I think it's important to limit the number of animals we eat to a small number. A small number of species. Not more than 100 species. I think in the future if we're not careful we'll eat up all the animals, and then there will be no more animals for us to eat. We need to think about the animals before we eat them, and also before we exterminate them.

My favorite animal to exterminate is the flesh-eating bacteria. I was in Russia in 1912. I saw the flesh-eating bacteria. The flesh-eating bacteria ate up all the meat, and there was nothing left. The flesh-eating bacteria was all that was left of all the animals. It looked like they had fought to the end. The flesh-eating bacteria won. In the end, we lost all the animals, except for the flesh-eating bacteria. The flesh-eating bacteria lived on and on, but we couldn't survive without the animals. And that's why I know I can't have whale sharks anymore. I ate up all the whale sharks in 2004. There's no more whale sharks, except for those in museums.

Everyone had been driven out of the club, it was usual closing time. Almost four in the morning and Harley had had....perhaps a bit too much to drink. The clock ticked away on the wall like a metronome, steady if any could hear it. She'd been sipping effervescent champagne that tickled her nose with each taste and taking shots of liquor that burned all the way down in the most satisfying of ways. Her hips moved with elegance and poise, enjoying the thumping music that made her heart beat in time with the bass. 

She'd even given her puddin’ at least two if not three lap dances (that she could remember) through the night, knowing it got him riled up. Knowing he had to work. It was her favorite past time. She even caught him ignoring a possible gun deal to stare at her dancing in the center stage to the slower music playing at the time. Those eyes could make any girl sizzle, and he was all hers. So she liked to think.

Once the club was empty, a few people stayed behind to clean, mopping up any blood, sweat, jizz or alcohol off the floor, the cool tile was sticky and slick in places, streaked with different colors that made it look like a high school prom gone wrong. They worked diligently, sanitizing everything, steam cleaning the couches. The whole club itself smelled terrible to anyone from the outside coming in. Bitter and musky. What a job that had to be. But they were paid well, and not shot. It was the little things.

Quinn stepped onto the DJ booth, opening the laptop and leaning over so she was bent at a lovely ninety degree angle, backside wiggling back and forth as she leaned her chin on her hand and searched the computer. Her blonde hair bobbed around her shoulders, curls dancing across that tattooed cheek as her face squished up to one side, creases near her eyes and mouth as she hummed in thought.

When she found what she was looking for, she nearly clapped, eyes wide and doe like as she started clicking. She worked easily, setting up a little playlist as she nibbled at her thumb, golden nails glittering as she set the lights to dim, annoying the cleaners that tried to work. Let em be annoyed, she’d cap anyone who spoke out. Instead of hearing complaints however, they pulled out headlamps, switching them on so they could continue working before she turned the colored lights on. The club came back to life, spotlights moving across the floor, disco ball dancing across the walls. 

She hummed happily and walked her way back across the bar top, knocking a glass onto the floor, chortling softly as it shattered. She climbed up to lean over the back of the couch in the office. "Won’tcha’ come dance with me puddin?" She asked softly, those eyes blown and foggy.