The pretty Asian woman on television looked like somebody you'd find at one of those ritzy massage parlors. She looked very chic in her Aeropostle black t-shirt that couldn't be any tighter and her matching black spandex that proved she worked out. Even though she was the hero of the day Vinny did not like her. She had interfered with the Gadget Man's work and now she had the audacity to say on National television that this murderous attempt had been an act of cowardness and how could somebody attack someone in the shower. This was not supposed to happen. Jamaal was supposed to be dead and now this agnostic woman was calling him a coward on National television.
Vinny leaned back in the easy chair and groped the cold bottle of Chimay. One of the most expensive beers on the market. Close to a hundred dollars for a case that contained only 15 bottles. He had a nice chunk of change so now he didn't have to drink nasty Budweiser that gave him the runs.
The Gadget Man appeased his anger by thinking about how much fun it would be to kill the woman mocking him on television. The reporter said that the victim fled before police arrived and now he was wanted for questioning. Vinny wondered if maybe Jamaal had something to hide. He pushed down on the lever aside of the easy chair thrusting his legs to the floor. When he stood up he felt a pang of vertigo. He grinned and chugged on the bottle. Chimay was some pretty good stuff!
Vinny staggered over into the kitchen and rooted through the junk clustered on the kitchen counter. It was so hard to locate things when you're drunk. He picked up an old sheaf of newspapers and watched two dice hop onto the floor. Bingo. He heard his back crack as he picked up the dice and headed back into the living room. He was getting old and he knew it.
Vinny cleared the coffee table with one swoop of his hand knocking an ashtray onto the floor while ashes and cigarette butts strewed all over the floor. It was time to finish playing the game. The escapades were not over yet. Soon the Gadget Man would show the public some of his finest work.
Vinny shook the dice with great enthusiasm blowing on his hand as he shook vigorously. If I don't know my next move how will they? He thought to himself. He tossed them on the coffee table and watched them fickle like the ping pong balls used in the lottery. One dice read “Guard” and the other read “ booby trap”. Vinny felt kind of disappointed because he really wanted to use his booby trap idea on one of those punk kids that ruined his life.
Gary Bowman was one of the guards that worked at Spottsdale River Penitentiary and Vinny had a lot of animosity towards him as well. When Vinny first came to prison he was a behavior problem and often flooded the toilets causing a torrent of water to go everywhere. The prison had had enough of him and placed him in a dry cell which is a cell that has no toilet or sink. Poor Vinny had to defecate into a big silver bowl.
Gary Bowman was responsible for giving him styrofoam cups of water to keep him hydrated. Not knowing of Vinny's innocence, the guard held a real grudge towards pedophiles. There was a chair in the hall outside of Vinny's cell that Gary used to stack on about 5 or 6 styrofoam cups of water to taunt Vinny with that he never gave to him. Vinny had become severely dehydrated and his skin had become sticky and sallow from never getting to shower and from rolling around in his own urine.
One day a lieutenant walked by Vinny's cell and observed him lying naked on the floor covered in feces talking to himself and acting loopy. The lieutenant became concerned and had him transferred to a hospital in which he blacked out along the way. When Vinny woke up in the hospital bed he was hooked up to an IV and a catheter tube. The doctor told him he had become severely dehydrated and was just one hour away from death had the lieutenant not saved his life. For two weeks Vinny did not have the strength to get out of bed or even speak full sentences. He promised himself when he got out he would find the guard that teased him with the water cups and kill him.
Vinny pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket that still had writing on it from when he used to coerce Tina to roll the dice. The list said that Jamaal was supposed to die of strangulation. Obviously that didn't pan out too well. The list also said that Tyrone was to die in a fire. Any good arson would know that would have to wait until Christmas time.
The Gadget Man added to his list that Gary Bowman the prison guard was to die in a booby trap. Vinny picked the dice up and blew on them. This was getting fun. He could hardly wait to see what fate awaited for Wiggles the ringleader of the whole set up.
Before he started to shake the dice he felt a slight pricking sensation in his feet. It felt like a million needles were pricking him all at once. Jolts of what felt like electric shock ran up his legs and they began to feel numb. Something strange was happening and he had no idea what it was. Was he having a stroke? Shingles maybe? But when it felt like Tinkerbell from Peter Pan was crawling up his nose and sprinkling fairy dust all around his brain he knew exactly what was happening. It was the voices!
Were they here to praise him or scold him? Suddenly it felt like 15 pairs of human hands were tickling him all over his body. Vinny fell to the floor rolling around like a pig in the mud. His fall caused his beer to be shook and the head from the beer shot out all over the place and got all over his shirt. He could hear the voices talking to him and cracking jokes that were outright hilarious. The Gadget Man laughed so hard that he ended up with hiccups. It was happening all over again and Vinny enjoyed the company.