The New Hyaenidae Order
Copyright © 2016 by Jenni Gisselbrecht Hyena
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Jennifer Jasiri Gisselbrecht
The whole asylum was soon brightly ablaze with the sights, sounds, and smells of rounds exchanging and bullets painfully ripping through flesh and bone along with Margaret’s perilous teeth and claws, as damn near extremist after extremist began to straight up bum rush right through the main male ward hall corridor before I aimed carefully down the red dot of my AK, and began putting a shitload of more bodies on the table hour by hour along with Stella and the whole rest of my crew. We advanced quickly forward down the far right corner of the hall, spraying rapidly for dear life as more guerillas attempted to cheap shot us from a flanking position before booting it hard through the exit and cramming PB&J style into the back of our old bread truck looking camper van and gunning it straight the fuck out of there out onto the main road back towards Columbia. “Shit! What all in the fuck was that back there, Jenny Jenn?” Wendy exclaimed, still wheezing slightly from all the running and over exertion. “I sure as shit lost nearly just about every bit of my lunch and supper all in one from that whole day. And I haven’t even had breakfast yet.” “That, my lovely Reptilla friend,” Hodari began, raising his finger almost authoritatively as he spoke. “Was a testament. A testament that pigheaded bigot motherfucker, Trahan has now pawned fully against us and more than a damn good majority of his entire countrymen throughout this region, and it is indeed now the start of yet another full on war.” “Fuckin-A right.” Stella confirmed. “He’s got not only the idiotic, brainwashed clan groveling at the vile disgustingness of his feet, but also the whole fucking motherland of Israel and the middle east entirely as well. I’m surprised Donna hasn’t already heard about this from those loud mouthed, side chick flipping motherfuckers who somehow call themselves the all mighty ‘Secret Service’.” “Last I heard she’s already vast on her way down to the Lakefront to deliver a live press conference on the matter.” I informed in reply. “Let’s just hope as sure as shit those bitch ass media pricks don’t give her too much heat either as is.” “Well, what are we still sitting around here yapping our gums for?” Leslie said, her foot glued to the pedal as she carefully made the turn off Route One. “We need to get all of our asses over there and for damn sure keep her covered. “You chini?” “Always.” I replied, dapping up jovially with her and all the rest of the family. “Let’s go knock some fuckin heads.”