A busy saterday night at the Viking faire restaurant. Squirrels in horned helmets hurry trays of meat and meade about. It's a long restaurant with a large fire pit on one side. The pit always burns, even on the warmest of summer days. Some teen age boys lay close to the pit. Cinder biters gathering aimless warm. In a secluded corner table a midget with a eye patch is dipping a wooden spoon into a brown stew that has little films of thin fat on top. He grins at his lover , she grins back. Kurf pushes the Waitress aside as she asks him to wait for a seat. He heads straight to the table in the corner where his OFTL contacts told him they would be. He saw it for himself there could be no denaying. His girl with a midget with a eyepatch! How the fuck could this be happening to him. The world whirled in his meth caked head. Up for four days in a rage and now this! "You fucking bitch! You bitchy cunt twat fuckhead ah, um, bitch!, Frothed Kurf had the top of his loud lungs. The whole restaurant spun around to stare at him. He was vibrating with energy and rage. The midget looked scared, but he stood up and ordered Kurf to back off. Kurf was having none of that, he ran at the midget and kicked him in the face with his steel toed sandell. The midget went down hard, taking the table and the expensive meals down with him in a horrible clatter. Kurf rushed in and stomped on the midget's neck as he tryed to get back up. Kurf's ex girlfriend screamed obscenitys at him, people at the closer tables got up and backed away from the ugly scene.
Next came a squad of squirells ordering Kurf to leave to restaurant. "What you are you going to do you you fucking little tree-rats?", Kurf mocked them.