Trunco and Trink enjoyed a good chop at the dinner table, as anywhere does. However, after being kidnapped by the Chopper Gang, who'd appeared at the Buttos front door on Shameless Croak Avenue, one sunny Sunday forenoon, with a seizedly soldered gray flail of sharpened edges of 'bike chain joints, dangling from the hairy wrist of its lathered and be-studded leader, Pig, whose aim of violating Trink in a speakable way was already so much a part of the evidence that would be against him that Trunco, who later would want to kill Trink to stop her from telling everybody what'd happened, and so being 'that Trink's running off at the mouth again' to his neighbors, had been put off his bowl of chop suey out of a motor scooter's pannier from an earlier Lung Qing Quizene deliverer of the hungry from evil. Licking their chops as salivating wolves; pushing on, and in over the threshold to disturb Butto's Chinese brunch, the teethful bangerz waisted time was unbuttoning their belly's put ons before thrusting moanfully into Trink's meat production facilities.
