It was… It was a dart from a blow gun. Japanese sex “Mumbahoo.” Jillian corrected and skipped over transcribing Billings’ error. “Wait…” Billings looked around frantically. As the hatch on the oven had been closed and the transfixing horror of Jillian’s preparation became concealed his brain had finally let his impotent mind to flee. That is why you bought her?” Peter was nodding as if to convey an obvious thank you. She looked out at Mumbahoo, the large Island that was home to the Mumbahoo tribe. It seemed to glow golden surrounded by the pale blue waters. We eat the one you bought to celebrate the very good contract.” Peter rubbed his belly like Jillian had as if to explain. From her experience with the other transcript to the other Islands Tribal Council, Billings had outlined all that need to be disclosed… at least what would stand up to test in the world court when the EPA
