The Birds and the Bees and Some Things In Between
Zak Saturday was visiting his dear uncle Doyle Blackwell on a typical Thursday outing while his father and mother were off on business, researching several new cryptids in Guyana. It was around seven PM. Zak was of course allowed to stay up far later than his parents would have allowed him too because his uncle Doyle was cool like that. He was seated on the rickety old couch in Doyle's apartment in front of the very large plasma tv adorning the wall, a table of sugary, salty, and most of all deliciously unhealthy snacks and sodas in front of him.
"Fisk doesn't know what he's missing!" chuckled the young boy as he threw another handful of caramel corn into his mouth. The poor Phantom, his hairy brother, was forced to remain back at the Saturday compound, much to his dismay, with the sibling pterosaur and komodo dragon.
Zak turned upon hearing the footsteps of his uncle coming back down the hall way.
"Hey mini-man," Doyle said as he threw himself carelessly down on the couch with his nephew, sending him bouncing into the air slightly with a giggle. "What are we watching now?" He took the dvd case from the table and shook the chip remnants off it to get a good view of the cover.
"Psycho Blood Bath Zombie Chopper Chick Lesbians Versus the Mutant Nazis!" Zak said with a huge smile.
'Awesome," said Doyle as he rested his feet on the table.
After thirty minutes of nudity and gore dancing along the flickering tv screen, Doyle yawned. Zak turned to him with a snicker.
"Are you tired already, old man?" he asked.
"Old man?" Doyle retorted with a sly smile. "You don't how tiring it is to be older. You will when you get to your twenties, trust me," he laughed as Zak frowned.
"If mom and dad keep pushing me to grow up, I will. I just wanna have fun while I still can," he said happily. He then suddenly frowned. "It's true though that I don't know a lot about being older. Mom and dad keep things from me, you know. They seem all prudish that way. Oh Zak, wait until you're older and we'll tell you, all the time. But there's things I wanna know now, you know?" Zak complained.
"Like what, little man?" Doyle asked as he reached for his soda can and took a much needed drink.
"Like stuff about you know. Your penis. And masturbating," said Zak innocently.
Doyle spit out his soda onto his lap, promptly. which caused Zak to look startled and then laugh uncontrollably.
"You wanna know about what?" Doyle gasped.
"Did I stutter?" Zak said with a devious grin.
