Conversation · Cuno

"Help, the RCM is trying to fuck Cuno in the ass!" Tears of joy mix with sweat smelling of laundry detergent on his face.

"You did this to yourself, when you antagonized the Cuno." He looks around, then yells: "POLICE VIOLENCE! RAPE!!!"

"Who put you up to this?"

"No one," he whispers suddenly. "Cuno's doing this because he likes it, pig."

This is where Cuno establishes dominance. Over you.

Change of plan, you can't let that happen! It will make things harder down the line, you may end up missing crucial information.

"HELP! The pig's gagging him. Cuno can't speak!"

You can't let that happen. It will make things harder down the line, you may end up missing crucial information.

Don't punch him -- it's a bad idea. (Back off.)

"Look, f*g..." Cuno whispers, even softer than before, vanishingly silent...

For emphasis. A ghost is saying this. A shit-eating psychopathic ghost with an ace up his sleeve.

"I know you wanted to hit me..." He lets it linger. "You got that 'I'm gonna fuck that Cuno up' look that Cuno's dad gets. The murder look... the rage look..."

Relax, he can't read your mind. He doesn't know you were thinking that.

There's a dead body, remember? That's what you were doing here. You're a cop on a case.

"No!"

"I know what you thought: 'I'm gonna fuck that Cuno up, I'm gonna shut that shit down...' You know what? You should've, because now..." He raises he's voice again.

"You're NOTHING! You're a joke to Cuno. Cuno LAUGHS at you!" He spreads his arms, taking dominion over the yard. "KING CUNO!"

Backing up was a bad idea, now he thinks he's established dominance over you.

"Cuno turned you into his prison bitch! You're gonna be in this shit with Cuno..."

"No." The lieutenant almost rolls his eyes. "You're not. We can just leave..."

"Bitch, you're gonna be in this shit with Cuno forever!" The pipo-headed critter doesn't let him finish.

A pipo is a type of hat by the way.

"Whatever. I had some questions about the crime scene."

"Okay, Cuno is kind to his bitch. Ask your questions, but remember." He taps at his temporal lobe. "This changes shit."

"Click, click, click, click" goes the little pipo-wearing asshole behind the fence.

Meaning, there's been a change in some kind of evil clockwork. There will be consequences.

"Nice pipo."

"You don't talk to me about my fucking pipo! You don't know where I come from. You're just Cuno's bottom bitch."

[Leave.]

The whole charade was about establishing dominance over you. You backing up means he's succeeded.

"Yes, but I didn't act on it. It was just a fantasy."

"Yes, how do I get back to it? I wanna go back to that thought!"

"It's good you said that -- here it is! Here we go... Cuno likes this..." He starts prancing around again, tongue lolling out of his mouth...

"Yes. No. I've changed my mind again."

"Oh no, you pussied out again. Shouldn't have done that, Cuno's gonna bitch you out now. Cuno's gonna sub let you..." He raises his voice again.

"Pass you around like Candy, fat boy! Pass your fat ass AROUND!" He spreads his arms, taking dominion over the yard. "KING CUNO!"

"How do you know that? You can't see inside my head." (Whisper) "Can you read my mind, Cuno?"

"I can." His voice is so silent, it seems the words are echoing in your head, not coming from his lips. "Cuno can smell that violence shit. I know what you were thinking..."

"'I'm gonna fuck that Cuno up. I'm gonna shut his shit down...' You know what? You should have hit the Cuno, because NOW..." He raises his voice again.

"Why don't we get back to the interview, Cuno."

"Look, f*g..." Cuno whispers as you retreat, vanishingly silent...

Just walk away. [Leave.]

"Yeah, get out of here before the Cuno beats the shit out of you."

"Yeah, that's right... drag your fat ass out of here, fat boy. Before Cuno fucks you!"

Don't listen. Just go.

Just go. [Leave.]

Listen.

"Baaang! Got fucked by the Cuno." You hear him say as you walk away. "We alright. You wanna get fucked again, come back."

"Be logical, kid. I haven't done anything to you."

"Fucking logical?" He snorts. "HELP! The logical pig is fiddling Cuno!"

"Are you high right now?"

"Help, misters! HELP!" He prances around, eyes bulging out of their sockets, rolling hard, yelling at the windows...

Rolling super hard.

He's having the time of his life. Total ecstasy. Fuck the pig.

"He's flashing Cuno, he's showing his genitals! If you don't help Cuno now it will be too late!"

How did we get here? How did this happen? This makes no sense... There may still be a way out, just appeal to his reason!

Nip it in the bud, before it gets completely out of hand. Right on his cheek. Just a light tap... to scare him a little. It won't kill him.

"I'm just going to leave." (Conclude the conversation.)

"I'm not doing anything! See?"

"Everybody! PLEASE!!! He's digging his dick out!!!"