“I wish to be able to see what Cecil is up to right now.” Jon said. Open mouth in disgust, he said, “isn’t that, Karyn’s mom?”
A few seconds was all it took for Jon to see all he cared to see.
Back at the love hotel, Cecil was struggling to come to grips with the evident fact that he not only couldn’t speak, but was barely even able to breathe, when just then, there was a knock on the door.
Cecil was in no condition to get the door, as he coughed and didn’t even want to attempt to stand. Alison slinked to the door and impassively opened it.
“Hello, hello, hello!” the man sang in 3 different tones, each one higher in pitch.
“Are you Cecil?” the man said.
Cecil coughed and weakly nodded.
“I’m from Instant Singing Whupassgrams and Chewing Gum Delivery Services. A quality service provider of instant singing whupassgrams and chewing gum. And what’s this? I’m all out of gum. Do you know what that means?”
Cecil coughed and tried to back away while waving the man to go away, as he approached Cecil. For the next 5 minutes, the man proceeded to savagely beat the life out of Cecil, all while singing as a tenor with an Opera level of talent. He sang to Cecil about how he had been sent by the friend of Karyn who he had her nearly kill with a shovel, how Cecil’s voice had been permanently removed with a wish, how Cecil had best pray silently to any gods he believed in for mercy because he would receive none from Jon, and how at the end of his savage beating, his genitals would fall off, his prostate would grow little legs and arms and literally claw its way out of his body, and then his arms would fall off and a pair of living toilet plungers would grow out of his shoulders to replace them, and no wishes would ever be able to restore him in any way. It was an amazing performance and the most talented singing either Karyn or her mother had ever heard. When the song and beating was over, Karyn and Alison stood and gave him a standing ovation, while Cecil went into a furious coughing fit climaxing with a plop sound.
“Ewwww,” Karyn said at Cecil’s junk as it inertly sat on the ground in front of a horrified Cecil. The singing man took a bow, and exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Cecil knew what was coming next. In unspeakable agony (at least Cecil wasn’t going to be speaking about it), he breathed heavily for a few seconds before, unable to scream, a tiny goblin-like creature of raw, bleeding flesh wriggled and clawed its way out of his butthole like a bloody spider, did a little dance number on the nightstand next to the bed, took a little bow, and then exploded like a little firecracker. Resigned to his fate, Cecil looked back and forth between his left and right shoulders as a crease appeared in each, that got deeper until his arms fell to the ground. In agony, Cecil once again wanted to scream, but he didn’t have long to wait, as the pain disappeared as his new limbs grew in. At the end, he twiddled around his jointless stiff plunger arms and with strange new muscles found he could exert suction with his new plunger “hands” and turn the suction cups inside out and back again. It was kind of like being a dalek from Dr. Who, but with plungers for both arms. Karyn couldn’t help but giggle a bit at this, even though even now having come to her senses, she thought Jon had maybe gone a bit far with the retribution, while her mother watched this all with shock, awe and a bit of confusion.
“Karyn. Honey. What the hell is going on here. What, what is this and, I can’t believe what you were just doing. What I was just doing. And that singing telegram guy said something about wishes.”
