Bored to Death by Tom Lucas

Shellmon with knife by Shellmon on DeviantArt.com

Eddie tested his binds. Tight. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Bobby the Boar dropped the blade on the table next to him. It delivered an impressive ka-thunk. He took off his wife-beater, revealing his hirsute, barrel chest.

“Here we are. You, me, and my buddy.”

“You mean the knife?

“Yah. My Mark I trench knife. It’s almost seven inches long with a cast bronze handle. It has a triangular blade and a guard designed to protect the knuckles. It was designed by …”

Eddie nodded off. Bobby slapped him awake.

“Oh, it’s Bobby the BORE. Now I get it.”

In it went.