Chapter 2

Settled upon the Royal, we thrive on words, absorbing more and more as Bill frenzies us with his writing. And when he’s not writing and not erupting, he feeds, which is another interest of ours. He appears to lack a fuel source within, taking all manner of things into his mouth. Ak wants to go in, too,but I discourage this by reminding him of the chaos in the flat device. Bill is larger, rounder. There must be chaos within.

At times he takes liquid fuel, dark stuff, hot. Other times he expels it, but it’s yellow now, warm, and from his dick. We hover above these activities, usually in his hair, but sometimes he pours something thick onto us and works us and his hair until we fly out, hovering above as he stands under a spray. More liquid.