Baldor, put down your sword
(caustic penetrating laughter)
Haven’t seen you in a while
Did you lose your apples again?
What happens to you down in hel boy?
Did they — get at your ass?
Well in fact no, as you know
Loki, betrayer of kind
Nothing really happens to me
Still I had my up and downs
But, I made a few friends
I brought them back with me
Just for you!
Hahahahaha, how’s you do that lucky you?
I talked with them, I offered them a home
Their fair share of all our dreams
Or to find their destiny where they might
As it should be
I’ll see you later brother, I got….
Can you smell it?
Baldor looks down at his feet
A steaming pile of shit soft serve style in a Dairy Queen cup
A little silver plastic crown on the top says simply
“Momma’s Boy Welcome Home Fucker!”
Man, he’s so screwed
Yo, let’s go the dispo
(enters slip ship stream)
Push…. the button
Engage forward drive