"Let me first point out that Dickerson is a complete ponce."
Blocsworth is steamed, in the Hague, and out of control; he is yelling to his boss, Klapp, about his son (though Blocsworth doesn't know that Dickerson is his own son, since Klapp has unprotected sex with alot of people.)
"This motherfucker levitates..." he has lost it, "he shits his his chair, and it stinks. It stinks real bad. It stinks with an X."
Stinx. It's too bad that Blocsworth ate some of that buffet earlier, since the steak was embedded with shredded Bull Stock. When Blocsworth eats Bull Stock, he becomes irate.
Klapp is perplexed, "What's the matter with levitating?"
"Who the fuck levitates? Nobody. This motherfucker levitates just because he knows that everyone will look at him and say, ooh I wish I could levitate above my chair. That's why he can shit in it! Because he doesn't have to sit in it!"
"I've never seen Dickerson levitate. Nor have I seen him deficate - since he was a boy, at least."
"You know Dickerson As A Boy?"
"Of course I do. I'm his father."
~
Klapp hated changing Dickerson's diaper, but it had to be done since Dickerson was only a baby that poo poo'd all over his bum bum. He opens the diaper...
"Shit."
He shouldn't learn the word shit this early, Klapp speculates.
~
"Shit!" A Ten Year Old Dickerson yells this as his dad walks in the bathroom; Dickerson was on the toilet. "Daaad! Don't you knock!"
"Sorry." Klapp stumbles and closes the door. He wonders for a moment if he should scold the boy for cursing, but Klapp decides against it, a decision which was based purley on his unconscious instincts.
Shit, A Ten Year Old Dickerson thinks to himself after his dad leaves the bathroom. Should I apologize for cursing?
"Sorry" Dickerson says aloud.
Klapp wonders for a moment if he should pretend he wasn't there by not answering, but instead he decides to answer, "It's ok, son. It was a decision you made purley on your unconscious instincts."
~
Dickerson hated changing his son Rockwell's diaper, so he gets the house android La La to do it. The robot opens the diaper...
Total Fucking Silence.
~
"Blocsworth," Klapp continues, "I think I have a good remedy for your problem."
Klapp claps his hands, and two Gentlemen in Suits enter the office.
"Gentlemen, give him the Silent Treatment."
The Silent Treatment is a culmination of many operations which will result in Blocsworth's silence. They first seal his lips with a Khys. A Khys is a device which prevents the jaw from moving. It is basically a metal cage affixed to Blocsworth's mouth. It slips on with no resistance.
Blocksworth did not resist because the Gentlemen in Suits gave him a Grace Period, which is a small, round pill that is administered orally and dissolves in the stomach within seconds of ingestion. There is no time for the subject to resist the effects of the Grace Period; he falls into total compliance within one half of a minute.
To maintain his silence for a long period of time, the Gentlemen will make sure that Blocsworth's body is concealed within a custom styrofoam mold, placed in a casket and buried six feet beneath the ground in a cemetary, below an area which will have a stone with some information about his person on it. It will have a date, the first date Blocksworth's birth and the second the date he was placed in the casket.
~
Klapp is sitting on a toilet in one of the stalls at work. Nobody else is in the restroom; he is at peace. He is an older man, so he takes his time.
Creek; the restroom door opens.
"Shit." Klapp says silently.
BAM! The stall door bursts open. Dickerson stands in the entrance.
"Oh! Sorry!" Dickerson closes the door, emberassed and disgusted all at once. He waits for his dad to say something.
Nothing.
He walks into the handicapped stall next to his father. A thin piece of wood separates the two. Dickerson still tries to break the deafning silence...
"Didn't know you were in there."
Nothing. But Dickerson persists...
"What? You giving me the silent treatment?"
~
Dickerson watched his father's casket ease into the ground. He held his son Rockwell in his arms, until he sensed that the little boy had messed his pants.
Shit.
He scared him to death.
