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   They were jolted out of their trance and the caterwauling came to a halt. The tramp's arched fingers were suspended over the piano keys. Her necklace stomped still. Her curdled yellow eyes narrowed. She snarled. The thug stopped in mid twirl, arms outstretched, fingers shaking. His thick neck pulled his head back up slowly like a crane righting an overturned bus. His empty eyes searched the room. The monkey put down his cup and stood up. His lips pulled back exposing his horrible teeth. His eyes uncrossed. His tail lifted straight in the air. A long, slow fart escaped his ass. The three of them turned and stared at me like rats in a kitchen. I felt very much afraid. I could smell their stale sweat. I could feel the sweat running down my face. The tramp let loose an angry hiss. The thug joined in with a low growl that sputtered and popped and shook his cheeks. A high-pitched whine beamed from the monkey.

   Then I got angry. How dare these assholes threaten me? I gathered my courage, pulled myself up, pointed towards the door and ordered them out.