Effing Goths, Part Two
Nny sat in a jail cell, legs crossed and arms dangling. He looked around and saw three figures: a tall, horned skeletal man (Señor Diablo, aka Satan); a tiny man holding a burger (Reverend Meat, Nny's hedonistic side); and a limply hanging dead rabbit (Nailbunny, Nny's voice of reason).
"Really?" asked Nailbunny. "You're out for, what, four months and you've already gotten yourself arrested?"
"I'm learning. I was never able to get caught before. I mean, four months ago that girl's phone would've died before she could call, or the cops would've gotten held up somewhere before they could get to me."
"Yeah, well that was four months ago. Not tonight."
Hamburger in hand, Reverend Meat spoke next. "Nailbunny, you're going about this all wrong. Johnny, you can still indulge in these primal and carnal cravings. You just have to be more secretive about them."
"The reverend has some good points" said Diablo. "Next time, you can utilize his and Nailbunny's teachings more successfully. This is going to be a group effort, gentlemen."
Señor Diablo disappeared, and a few minutes later the door to the police station opened.
"Alright, 'Nny'," said the officer, "looks like you're free to go. Mr. Diablo here gave a very large bail and made a very convincing argument for your release."
"Mr. Diablo?" said Nny.
"Oh, God" said Nailbunny.
"Marvelous" said Reverend Meat.
"Actually," said 'Mr. Diablo' "you can call me Juan."
"Yes, sir" said the dazed officer.
"Leave us be, please."
"Yes, sir."
The officer went back into the police station. Juan stood in front of the jail cell, grinning cheerily at Nny and the voices.