Huntah Huntah

"If it means getting out of this hellhole..." Jet looked up. "Yes, I shall trust you."

"We don't need anything much," Ted opened his mouth, and with his right arm, shoved his arm down it. His mouth looked strangely dislocated, though it was obvious that this procedure did not cause him any harm or discomfort. His arm would disappear up to his elbow, and with a sickening crunch, he pulled something out.

In a saliva covered palm, was a single orange pill.

Jet looked at the pill, without saying anything.

"Swallow it." Ted said, "wait a couple of hours and turn up the dial."

"Zzzz" Jet said. "Alright, but first," Jet grabbed the pill, wiped out the saliva with his clothes then swallowed it.

"Well, I'll go back at work.See you in a few hours." He told Ted before wandering off and continuing to do his thing.

Ted would go to pick cotton, not even giving Jet a single goodbye. The sun continued to bake down on the field of cotton, hours would pass, and eventually, with not a single sweat on his body, The Boss would be within a meter of Jet, still picking cotton.

Jet wouldn't notice that a few hours had passed, yet he caught glimpse of the boss that was around him. Still, he pretended to mind his own business.

"What a lovely day?" The boss said with a forced casualness to Jet.

"Sure is, we're still alive." Jet replied to the boss. "It is hot, though. Must be around forty degrees."

"Of course," he said, "speaking of living, I have to ask you, what made you do it?"

Jet turned and looked at the boss.

"Made me do what?" Jet asked, cluelessly.

"I never knew the little bomber man was such a moron." He said dryly, "the killing of innocents, the acts of terrorism, why?" He asked, "I'm curious."

Jet looked at the ground, and sighed.

"I do not know," He replied. "I was another man at the time. That man has long since died, and has left me with unwanted gifts. Still, it's my responsibility to assume the consequences of his actions."

He would turn around and continue his cotton picking.

"Oh? Is that the case?" He said, voice dripping with vileness, "You forgot? Bullshit, look back at me, and tell me why."

Jet would turn back to the boss, look at him, but didn't say anything.

"I told you I don't know," He replied. "You have to ask that man why. Sadly, he's no longer with us."