Two Rooms, Eight Minutes

Two  Rooms  8 Minutes

Irked Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu

337th Day of Vinemenber

Two Rooms 8 Minutes

Oh how you have missed me. I know its been years and poison has run amuck through the circulatory system of mankind. Not unlike the ill fated attempt at a Superman movie featuring Brandon Routh and Kate Bosworth my alibi for my absence aligned with the plot line of the aforementioned cinema. Master Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu was irked by the ceaseless attempts on not only his life but the lives of his pedigree. Adding to that the traction gained on the minds of the youth of the world by the minions in academia of the derailed megalomaniac champion and Chairperson of PETA Ingred NewKirk, Master Irekq struck a deal with Mephistopheles herself.

The contract would be that Irekq Master of all things Vinjitzu would no longer haunt the days and nightmares physically, mentally, and emotionally of the she beast and her veggie protein eating, emotionally stunted, cultural Marxist horde.  Recusing himself and  his beloved ones from society never to be heard from again. All on the precept that she and her mongrel disciples never again darkening the door step of the House of Irekq. The villainess agreed and Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu secluded his entire circle. For 6 years and 336 days your hero the true savior of humanity along with his consort farmed a small parcel of land with 14 chickens and 8 pigs. All was well Master Irekq with his sumptuous and brilliant consort becoming a pillars of the community. Only receiving on complaint and subsequent visit from the local constable for a noise / possible domestic complaint when a neighbor first heard the couple doing what couples do. You know sexy time. Jessica screams of passion were heard from miles away. The female piece officer after taking in the splendor that is exemplified in the anatomy of Master Irekq’s male form licked her lips and simply left, saying “Lucky girl.’

This tome is not however about that, but how after 6 years and 336 days the 337 brought Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu back in the fray of battle in only 8 minutes and took place in two rooms.

Place/ Secluded Mountain Homestead of the Irekqs

Interior/  South Facing Sunporch,  Setting Sun Reflecting off the white paint of the homes walls casting a glow on the book shelves and warming the room slightly. Jessica the voluptuous and enigmatic consort of Master Irekq is warming herself in the late afternoon sun reading Deepak Chopra sipping dandelion tea. She does this sometimes in the afternoon. Repeatedly looking up at the back door of their home. Its almost a frantic habit, the looking at the door. She does this every time her husband leaves to got to town. Its not that she is afraid of some one coming in more that she is in withdrawal of her husband manly affections, if you know what I mean.

You see long ago when they first met Irekq Master or the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu was so inthralled by her beauty and grace he was willing to over look her one flaw. She was a serial killer. Think Dexter with a little Jigsaw thrown in there. Sometimes you just had to be taught a lesson.  Its not that she was indiscriminate with her prey they would be deserving of the fate that would befall them. With his help and the regular does of vitamin V she was able to focus that energy into the farm. 

Before the truce with the cannibalistic cretans of PETA  Jessica had the best of both worlds. Getting to HAVE Master Irekq in the biblical sense and the occasional dismemberment of some PETA fool who happen to make the mistake of thinking her soft target.  When Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu was “GONE FOREVER!’ as she always put it. She got put on edge. 

Well back to the sunporch and the periodic looking up at the door. Jess was deeply inthralled in her Chopra book ( as much as she could be the fire burning in her) when the glass of the back door shattered inward. Splaying shards of bullet resistant Acrylic flying her direction. Start your timer. As we enter room 1

5 seconds after explosion “FUCK YEA!” was shouted at the militant PETA mercenary as Jessica set her book down next to her tea and the freak stepped through the door.

Another 5 seconds go by as the malignant tumor of a man removes a straight razor from his pocket setting down his rifle. With a stare of utter malicious intent the duplicitous mans says- 

“ I was told you have to die. May a have your consent to address your looks?

In her heard Jessica hears those all too familiar voices having a dialog. 

Jessica “Did he just ask for consent to complement me after blowing apart my door so he can kill me?”

Other Jessica “ Umm yea. We are going to do this right?”

Jessica “ SHIT! Did I just assume his gender?”

Other Jessica “What?” 

Jessica “ Nothing “

   “Sure.” Jessica says out loud this time.

“ Is that a Yes?” 

“ WHAT THE FUUUCKK! “ other Jess screams into there head.

“Yes.” the sensual dainty flower that is the consort of Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu demurely says.

“What I was not told was how beautiful you were.”

“Were?” said inside and out side of Jessicas head.

“ Yea. Like the Pink Floyd song my two non binary non gender conforming non traditional family unit elders would listen to says” I’m going to cut you into little pieces.”

“Look man…”

“STOP RIGHT THERE! DID YOU JUST ASSUME MY GENDER?”

“Told you.” Other Jess quips

“ Well Ok then. I am sorry I should have asked. Here let me make it up to you.” saying this as she stands slowly gliding her hands over her bosom down past the edge of her shirt. Then back up the inside to the flash bang holster where she keeps her Bond Arms Snake Slayer. A 45 colt and .410 shotgun derringer type pistol.

   “ Oh wait do I have your consent to look at your…”

BOOM! BOOM! Both the 45 colt slug and .410 defense load hit the wanna be Jihadist. The 410 taking away the straight razor by removing the hand that held it and 45 slug hitting the talking piece of tofurkey in the body armored chest. The walking talking bowl of hummus was knocked over into the wall where the back of their head found the door knob. Its at this point the polite assassin was knocked unconscious.

“1 minute 30 seconds? What you we going soft?” other Jess

“Fuck off, and help me drag the into your room.”

“FUCK YEA!!” other jess

“ We do say Fuck a lot.”

“So? Who the fuck cares? We are only talking to our selves. It’s not like anyone can hear us.” other Jess

“Good point”

As Jessica walks with hips swaying to the tick tock of the clock on the wall she puts the snake slayer back in its holster after swiping one of each reload out of the hidden compartment on the dry sink that stood between her and the piece of future pig feed laying by the door.

A cat like and graceful saunter (Damn that girl gotta Switch) over to and subsequent not so graceful manhandling ( Oops )personhandling of the body took about four minutes to get the fiend into the second an final room of her house this piece of dung would ever see. 

Screaming in pain I awake in some sort of basement duct taped inside a large plastic tub. Last thing I remember is that cis white woman starting to pull up her shirt. Damn, I should not have thought that. Just because she had breasts doesn't make it right for me to call her a her. Poo I just did it again. I wonder where she is? I will punish myself later for my pronoun transgression if I get out of this. 

“You up? this time other Jess speaks out loud.

“ How long have I been comatose?” 

“ Well its only been about 6 minutes since you broke the truce my husband made with Ingrid by blowing a hole in my door so not long. I have some good new for you. I am not going to be feeding you to the pigs.” Other Jess still speaking out loud.

  “Thats great news. I am vegan and want anything to do with animals products. Listen I am sorry I assumed your gender in my thoughts just NOOOWWWW!AHHHHH!!!!!!”

“ I am not going to be feeding you to the pigs because I decided to ship you back to Ms. Newkirk in a pelican case filled with battery acid. That cunt will understand  be telling my husband GAME ON.” both Jessicas say out loud this time as the hose from the 55 gallon drum pumps the acid into the container. Letting the fluid run for two minutes before sealing him in the box. Asking why there is a 55 gallon drum of battery acid is going to give you answers you do not want to hear.

VIVA la Beef

Mans Best Friend

THE MASTER of Vinjitzu reads books of All subject matters. Just as a matter of Honor the only author he has ever condemned was Stephenie Meyer. She was working with P.E.T.A. He had ended her life for the whole Twoilet veggie thing. This script however, is not about that most betraying of tales. It is however about another kind of tail. The one belonging to the constant, implacable, and nefarious of K-9's. Maggie the Wonder Dog!


It was the morning after Christmas when Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu lay next to his consort after giving her the only present she ever wants. 24 hours of total satisfaction sexually. She was of couce asleep and would be for days. He however was awake reading Terry Prattchets The last Continent, when Maggie jumps up from her slumber looks at her Master then vaults 36 lbs of herself through the bedroom door. It should be said at this point that Maggie The Wonder Dog, as small as she may be, head not reaching more then 24". Master Irekq would NOT like to be on her bad side!


He looks at the hole in the bedroom door and shrugs thinking "I guess she's got it." The tenths of seconds between Maggie erupting through the solid core oak bedroom door and her MASTER knowing what she will do leaves him is trundle still reading Terry Prattchet. Those guys are in for some shit.


As loud as the splintering door was the P.E.T.A. hatch man had only enough time to piss his pants before Maggie had removed the testicles and right hand of the man at the door. The woman behind him that was trying to run away had her neck broken by this "HOUND FROM HELL" as she lepta from the front door and clamping her jowls on the "Bitches" collier and swinging around her head with the force and skill an Army Ranger. She landed on all fours turning to the face the door of  HER home to see her MASTER flick his arm pointing and saying " Go on. Get them." And off  she went after the "Speeding" ford fusion around the corner.


After hearing the crash and explosion here comes Maggie the Wonder Dog with a foot in her mouth. "You're not bringing that in here!" Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu tells her. In a state of defiance she comes up to the driveway the swallows the foot whole and sashays through the door. She better not get the runs. VIVA LA BEEF!



* Turning the corner with the petal to the metal I am craping my pants. I was expecting a man not a 2 1/2' blur of fur. I have never driven in reverse at 25mp before, but after seeing Alex have her head corkscrewed to the point that the snapping of her neck sounded like sequoia being broken in two I knew I had two run. That has to be the way out of here the first right . When I see the end of the cul-de-sac I pull the e break and as soon as I am 180 that is gargoyle charging at me.

* DUMB ASS! I am going to eat your foot. Ok, Here he comes. He has got to doing 20 mph and that windshield is nothing. I can take that out with my paws. So it is an other snap of a neck. Meaning a 180 & 180 on both axis. A push with the right hign leg will level the accelerator and face me the right way. Back through the same hole and a back paw spring over the car and I should have my toy foot. When that little car hits the trash truck that clutch foot should be mine.

Shoping List

Keeping the pantry stocked with the right foods is very important.

Survival Food that makes life easier: These four foods can be stored for over 10 years and can add some flavor to your cooking. If stored properly they can probably last indefinitely.


1. Salt

2. Sugar – Brown or White

3. Honey

4. Alcohol – Whiskey, Vodka, etc…

Hard Grains: Stored properly hard grains have a shelf life of around 10 – 12 years.

1. Buckwheat

2. Dry Corn

3. Kamut

4. Hard Red Wheat

5. Soft White Wheat

6. Millet

7. Durum wheat

8. Spelt

Soft grains: These soft grains will last around 8 years at 70 degrees sealed without oxygen.

1. Barley,

2. Oats

3. Quinoa

4. Rye

Beans: Sealed and kept away from oxygen the following beans can last for around 8 – 10 years.

1. Pinto Beans

2. Kidney Beans

3. Lentils

4. Lima Beans

5. Adzuki Beans

6. Garbanzo Beans

7. Mung Beans

8. Black Turtle Beans

9. Black-eyed Beans

Flours and Mixes and Pastas: 5 – 8 years

1. All Purpose Flour

2. White Flour

3. Whole Wheat Flour

4. Cornmeal

5. Pasta

6. White Rice ( up to 10 years)

Oils:

1. Coconut oil – Coconut oil has one of the longest shelf lives of any kind of oil. It can last for over 2 years and is a great item to add to your survival food supplies list.

Other good survival foods: 2 – 5 years of shelf life

1. Canned Tuna

2. Canned Meats

3. Canned Vegetables & Fruits

4. Peanut Butter

5. Coffee

6. Tea

7. Ramen Noodles – not the greatest food in the world but they are very cheap so they made the survival food list.

8. Hard Candy

9. Powdered milk

10. Dried herbs and spices

Items that can be used for more than cooking:

1. Apple Cider Vinegar – Cleaning, cooking, and has antibiotic properties

2. Baking Soda – Cleaning, cooking, etc…

3. Honey – Mentioned again for its antibiotic properties and wound healing.

Non Food Items to stock up on at the grocery store:

1. Lighters

2. Toilet Paper

3. Soaps

4. Bottled Water

5. Vitamins

6. Medicines

7. Bandages

8. Peroxide

9. Lighter fluid

10. Canning Supplies

11. Charcoal

Thats Why I Hang My Hat in Tennessee

85 degrees, class 6 white water and a kayak with the sturdy chest of Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu paddling his way down river. A holiday Master Irekq is taking alone. I know what you are thinking “What about his family?  Without him they will be defenceless.  Fear not they will be unmolested. Tucked safely in the enigmatical fortification designed and fabricated by Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu himself. This construct is not only hermetic it is a self-sustaining juggernaut of safe and peaceful living. Its location is not known to his Consort or the  family of  Master Irekq. He is the only one that knows it's whereabouts. No one will ever find it.

Back to the furlough. Outside of Gatlinburg, TN there is a little river that runs right through Moon Shine and Pot Country. You will come across a still or crop of a good old boy and kiss your ass good bye. Even if you manage to steer clear of pot plantation and the bastardized gain stills you have to look out for the booby traps that act as their sentinels. We are talking bear traps, shotguns hooked to trip lines, and anything else that a paranoid Hill-Billie can think of to protect his money.

Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu has never and will never be tricked by such traps because his senses are so acute that they are almost divine. The brawn of Master Irekq’s powerful chest are framed in a orange life jacket and his august face by the chin strap of the safety helmet provided by the rental company of the kayak he rides in. There is no need for the protection equipment,  Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu could never drown nor his skull fracture on the rock of a river bed. At the check in counter he appeased the sweet clerk of the rafting company by wearing them. She had told him the insurance company requires that they be worn. The delightful 18 year old co-ed at the counter after going over the safety lecture presented herself as a guide saying she would like to  “Show you some REAL SOUTHERN HOSPTAILITY.” With a little wink her proposition is ever so clear to him. All women upon meeting Master Irekq are instantly overwhelmed with wantonness. With little brush to the cheek he politely declines and he tells her his consort is more than enough woman for him.

Midway through the 40 mile river ride Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu sees a nice little eddy and a rock face in the water to have his lunch. As he wades his way to the rock and removes his pelican case carrying his consumables and small camping stove. This board consists of gruyere a German cheese, and loaf of Cubin bread. All that is left for this banquet to be complete is the wild black berries famous in this region and some bear meat.

Master Irekq picks up his pack removes the 550 cord he keeps in it and checks to see that his 8” Buck hunting knife is sharp enough to butcher the bear once he has caught it. So into the danger ridden timberland he sets out to hunt his game. While he is out here he considers maybe picking up a little shine for a night cap. It is not very long before he finds a trap. This one is quite elaborate in that it is a counter weighted snare trap that once it’s pray is caught it will hang it there so that the perverted fruitcake can come along and make who ever is caught in it squeal like a pig.

Avoided easily enough, he soon finds the shanty housing the still. He walks up and knocks on the door, as it swings open wildly. He dodges it with a back flip kicking the HK G36 assault rifle into the air where he immediately grabs it spinning it to point it at the man with the dumb look on his face. “Take me away pig.” he delivers,  “No cops here.” is his reply.”Can I buy some shine?” is his query. The toothless redneck cocks his head to the side and with a tone of caution and hesitation he says “$20 fer a quart.” Irekq pays the man, and empty’s the magazine of the assault rifle giving it back to the hayseed assuring the man his secret is safe. A punch in the face and getting knocked out, is a sure way to not get shot in the back.(Like that would happen.)

Leaving the camp he fashions a bow with the 550 cord and wildling a couple of arrows, Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu sits in waiting at the end of the trail left behind by the bear he has tracked. 20 minutes later the arrow finds its way into the heart of the male black bear. Seconds later he is buy its side slitting it's throat. He dresses it expertly and salts the hide for his sister’s husband. He will love the pelt and head of the bear. Back at the rock he grills his steak and prepares black berry dumplings. Along with the cheese and bread the meal was very satisfying.

Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu was feeling a bit giddy after his meal decides to finish the trip wearing the bear head as a hat and the pelt as a cape. A loin cloth is the only real clothes he has on for the rest of the trip down the river.

 The rapids end about a mile from the kayak rental. “This is going to be so funny.” Master Irekq bemuses to himself. He approaches the front the front door of the store and steals his face. Then with the speed and vigor of a leopard he bursts through the door roaring and snorting. The flabbergasted little counter girl who is  all alone instantly starts to scream and cry at the spectacle unfolding in front of her. Irekq doing a kind of Where the Wild Things Are like dance around the room is a little crazy to watch. From the middle of the room Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu vaults his bear skin covered toned torso on top of the counter and roars deafeningly in her face. It is at this point that she faints, oops may be a little bit overboard. He picks up the poor child sets her in a chair and gets his truck keys from behind the counter.

Before he leaves the store he hangs the closed sign and put a tip in the girl’s hand locking the door behind him. Yes he felt bad for making the poor thing faint but it sure as hell was funny. Once he is back at his truck he loads up all his gear and heads home without any PP. (PETA Problems). Viva La BEEF!!

Years ago before he ascended to the sublime degree of Vinja, Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu was just a simple man. Hard to believe but, true. His name was Vincent often called Vinny. Vincent was working diligently at his office when something guided him to a secured web-sight. Instantly Vincent realized he had found something evil. What he found was a plot of world domination. A plot so Machiavellian in it concept that is could only be conceived by that most duplicitous of villains known to the world as PETA.

Hounded by those cretins and fearing for the lives of his wife and family Vincent dedicated his life to the study the Way of Banner. To those who have no knowledge this it is simply put in to two mantras. First being " Please don't make me angry. You won't like me when I am angry." eluding to the way in which you must not let people disturb your sense of inner piece and changing to adapt yourself to the situation. The second " SMASH!! " well that is pretty self explanatory, you should " SMASH!! " all that stand in your way both physical danger as well as mental challenges.

A man of unequaled physical and mental faculties Vincent ascended to a highest level of consciousness know today as Vinja. Thus Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu was born. With him he brought this most malignant of the marshal art Vinjitzu. Krav Maga developed by Israeli defense force was long recognized as the standard in lethality. Bat Mitten in comparison the mortality that can be inflected when the principals of Vinjitzu are invoked.

Today Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu continues to battle the iniquitous fiends of PETA and their plot to subjugate the peoples of the world by stupefaction and devitalization of mankind. Join the good fight, Put and end to PETAs tyranny. Be come a Vinja. Viva La BEEF!

A Little Yard Work

The date 127th day of Vinember, the place the habitation of the lionhearted champion of justice Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu, with sun shine and a temperature of 70 degrees, it’s a perfect day for yard work. Master Irekq loves to work in his utopian like garden. Taking the cue from the samurai,you must have balance between the warrior and the artist to have a complete soul. The vegetable garden and landscaping of his yard would rival those of the legendary gardens of Japan. And yes, Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu does eat vegetables; man cannot live on meat alone. Ever hear of rabbit sickness?


Tomatoes, peppers, onions, beans, and lettuce placed expertly around the nursery to optimize their growth. The pathways between rows of produce are made of marble pavers to keep from stepping on them. Plus they look pretty. Master Irekq on his knees tends to the needs of his plants by weeding and fixing a small hole in the gardens sprinkler system. It doesn’t take very long about an hour to clear out the half acre plot. Could he have done it faster? Of course, but he likes to take his time. Plucking a ripe tomato Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu bites into it moves on to the next task of cutting the grass, edging, and the removal of two dead trees.

As Master Irekq approaches the tool shed that houses the lawn equipment he senses the presence of a malefactor. Opening the shed doors and Matrix style back bend dodges the double headed ax catapulted at his chest. Straitening up to an upright position he leaps to the roof of the shed with a front flip eluding the chainsaw swung at his midsection. From the roof of the shed he eyes the trees he was just about to remove and idea flashes through his brilliant mind. Why not have this vegan vagabond cut the trees for him? It will be easy to conduct this symphony of evasion from the chainsaw wielding PETA puke making him do all the work.

One front summersault from the roof of the tool shed and Master Irekq is hanging midway up the first tree gripping it with one hand and standing on a branch. Making a “Nanny Nanny BOBO!” face and giving the finger to muttonhead with the chainsaw. He looks mad. The soon to be mulch menace runs right to where Master Irekq knew he would. Just as planed this guy starts to cut down the tree. Before he is halfway through Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu leaps to the second of the two trees he is removing from the yard. Hanging from a branch by his knees like a little kid would he puts his hands to his ears it and sticks his tongue out to taunt his attacker. And just like before he swallows the bait and tries to take tree number two down.

This guy is not too quick on the draw, because he has not realized that Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu had already gotten out of the tree with a picture perfect front hand spring and was now wielding the double handed ax that was on the ground by the first tree. With the skill of a lumber jack he expertly finished off the last bit of tree in seconds sending the considerable piece of timber crashing down. Master Irekq picks up a pebble and flicks it at the head of the chainsaw brandishing dolt. The pebble does its job and gets his attention. He turned around with just enough time to see Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu pointing up a saying “Your boss owes me a new chainsaw!” The falling tree collides with the second, sending them crashing down on the head of PETA pawn. The chainsaw with the aid of the two trees cleaved his body in twain as well as crushing him to death.

The only thing that was left for our hero to do was cut the tree into logs and throw the branches along with the piece of PETA crap in the wood chipper. He will be sending Ms. Newkirk the bill for the new chainsaw. VIVA LA BEEF and Tomato.

Vinember Fool's Day

Spring is in the air, the sun is shining birds are singing and PETA is evil. Thursday the 90th Day of Vinember the ultimate Vinja is chauffeuring around the enfeebled padre of his consort. The work van of his in-laws Electrical Contracting business loaded with the days materials for the work to be done on the lavish homes of Avalon. Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu also passes the time as an electrician with Bob his father in-law. Bob is feeble and easily confused because of his age but he like to go out and “work”. Bobs work day usually goes like this, Master Irekq does all the work and he stands there yelling and confused as to where he is and what he is supposed to be doing. Irekq Master of the Deadly Art Vinjitzu likes to make him feel useful.


So the 90th of Vinember holds a special place in the heart of the Master, it was known as April Fool’s day. Master Irekq loves a good joke so he makes it a point to pull a prank on this day every year. This year as he is working with Bob he also has a prank in mind and a target for his fun. To whom you may ask will the day’s funny be played upon? That fascist despot Ingrid, Master Irekq toys with her on this day just because.

Bob and Irekq Master of the Deadly Art of Vinjitzu pull up the obscenely opulent summer home of Ms. Newkirk, she has no idea that the electrician she has is yet one of her nemesis. Or that the reason for the service call in her home is a direct result of Master Irekq sneaking into the house the night before. Bobs walks up to the laughable guards of Casa Da Newkirk and says “Some call for an electrician?” The guard speaks into his wrist then touches his ear nods and lets them through the door.

Once inside Bob is greeted by Ingrid saying “You two are just in time I can’t seem to get my bed room light to work.” Bob replies that what we do, fix stuff like that. “,and chuckles. Ingrid looks Master Irekq up and down the way all woman stare at his strapping body. He smiles she has not be able to identify him for anyone she has sent to do so never returned or was to fearful of him to say anything. Tool bags in hand they are shown to the bedroom of the wench of the world. Bob starts his state of confusion and Irekq begin to play his prank. They are left alone for 35 minutes, plenty of time to set his trap. Faster the light itself he sprints to her kitchen replaces all of the human flesh she has stored in her refrigerator with lamb. Now he is back in the bedroom and “finds “ the problem he caused fixes it tells Bob it is done.

Bob calls for Ms. Newkirk and tells her he fixed the problem and hands her a bill. She pays the $150 bill in cash right then and there and the two are escorted out. Master Irekq drops Bob off at his nursing home and go back to his home to watch the video feed from the camera he placed in the kitchen at Ingrid’s house. He calls to Jess, she comes running thinking she is about to be pleasured. He tells her “Not now. Wait a minute I put the lamb in Ingrid’s fridge.”

“Can’t we have sex while watching it?”

“You know you won’t be able to pay attention.”

“I know, but Please!!!!!!!!!!”

“I will stand here naked. But not touching. OK?”

She reluctantly agrees. And they start to watch the video feed. When the monitor from the lap-top turns on you see Ingrid walking up to her fridge to get some cannibalistic provisions. Grabs a couple of chops and throws them on her stove. She is so stupid she does not even know the food was switched. The meat was merely browned when she pulls it off the grill and begins to stuff her face with the raw meat. The moment the lamb touches the forked tongue and her mouth closes she vomits all over the counter and floor. Laughing in to the microphone Ingrid hears” April Fools Bieatch. “Then the camera explodes into a cloud of dust. On must assume that she will kill all of the guards for this. Jess gives a fake laugh because she is only thinking of one thing and it sure as hell isn’t lamb but it is the old sausage. VIVA LA BEEF!