Chapter Sixteen
Mick was ready to take down the big guy to his immediate right. He could probably get at least two to three of them right away, then hopefully Elliott can scoot past Tor and head out.
But then a funny thing happened. These huge beast men started laughing. Grinning away, huge laughs rolling from their underfed bellies, they started elbowing each other and pointing to the phone in Elliott's hands. God, they're like children.
"Ell, whatever you just did, do it again."
"But, Dad, all I did was sound like E.T. You know, like in the movie when the little alien says in that robotic voice, "E. T. phone home".
And again there's a roar of laughter. Mick realizes these men are starving in more ways than food. Laughter, children, toys. Crap, now I've come to like these guys. I guess we'll have to figure out a way to bring them down off their mountain and get them fed, bathed, entertained and laid. Maybe not in that exact order.
"Ell, how about a little pied piper? Lead them out of here and down the mountain."
"Not without you, dad." Elliott gestures to Tor, who has finally stopped laughing and is wiping away the tears. "Tor, don't be afraid. Come with us. My dad here knows where the (here he starts cupping his hands indicating breasts trying to remember how big his mom is) ah, women are. Dad, help me out here."
All Mick can think of is to bat his eyes, pucker his lips and make the universal signal of all males when around females: he whistles. I hope Josef never hears about this or I'll be ribbed for eternity. He'll have to swear Elliott to secrecy.