This week’s words” Tweak Cloy Jeans Browse Reverse Pewter Nozzle Bedraggled Stria (a slight or narrow furrow, ridge, stripe, or streak, especially one of a number in parallel arrangement:) Truculent (fierce; cruel; savagely brutal) Knuckles Slack

Knuckles O’Flarity looked down on his victim the truculent and at that very moment bedraggled Snotnose Petersen.

Knuckles was feeling for Snotnose for no other reason than that Knuckles was a man of God. He went to church each week with his mum.

Snotnose on the other hand didn’t go to church and it was noticeable from his slack ways of late that he needed a little reminder of his responsibilities. After all what would the state of affairs become if people like Snotnose started to act independently. As it was he had become cloyingly sickening as he went about the town acting all sweet and innocent when every one knew he was the most truculently obsessed guy in the neighbourhood.

It befell to Knuckles to sort Snotnose out. At the moment Snotnose was trussed up like a pig, then again thought Knuckles the guy was a pig. Knuckles knew that deep inside the spacious cavern of Snotnose’s skull the stria that made up the nerve fibres connected to his brain were severely compromised if in fact they were connected to anything that mattered inside a skull that echoed when he struck it.

Knuckles picked up the nozzle of the hose and aimed it at Snotnose. It wasn’t any ordinary hose but a fire hose and Snotnose who wasn’t the brightest spark in the fire suddenly realised Knuckles meant business.

Inside his jeans he felt a sudden warmth and right then he knew the opportunity to reverse what was about to happen had long passed.

Knuckles browsed the face of his victim, watched as the horror spread across his face before tweaking the nozzle end and then opening it up. The force lifted Snotnose, stilled tied to his chair, off the ground and propelled him across the room and into the far wall.

The crash of the chair and its passenger reverberated around the room and left the hapless Snotnose with more than his usual snotty nose. A soaked and terrified face peered back at Knuckles, who had turned the hose off and was nonchantly sipping his tea from his recently acquired pewter cup.

Knuckles watched as Snotnose looked daggers at him and just as Snotnose was about to utter a stream of expletives Knuckles hit him again, this time the force pushed him hard against the wall, the breath being sucked out of him.

The once truculent and slack man was now nothing more than a soaked and bedraggled man in jeans.

Inside Snotnose’s head his stria fought a losing battle in trying to convince his brain cells to resist no more. They momentarily thought they had achieved victory when Snotnose’s mouth opened and another jet flung him back again. Throwing up their fibrous arms in frustration at his stupidity they went back to being a longitudinal collection of nerve fibres hoping Knuckles would finish him off for the good of all humanity.

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