C4 antho - Chamber Four

Eupcaccia ~33~
or else he wasn’t taking the job. She chewed on her sleeve
and considered her options. “Will it take long?” she finally
asked. Malchicken stood behind her and peered at the
plumber through the long “O” of his tightly curled hands.
The plumber’s jumpsuit was embroidered with the name
“Hobie.”
Before setting his knees down to work, Hobie moved
aside the purple gingham toilet paper cozy and tugged at his
pants several times, hooking his fingers deep into the belt
loops. But, as head went to hole, the denim slipped and the
curved tip of his vertical crack popped up and said yes’m. It
was, to Mal, an impenetrable, onerous pit―and here he had
to snigger―a pit probably a lot like the one the man was himself
facing head on.
Without turning around, the man muttered something
indiscernible; his breath rippled over the surface of the bowl
like a scrunched up sheet of plastic food wrap. Mal watched
the darkened wet patch on the knee of the man’s pant leg
spread upwards to his thighs and across towards his ankles
at the same chilling rate. One of the plastic caps intended to
cover the toilet’s unsightly bolts had been knocked off and
now floated toward him. Inside, there was something colorful
resembling chewed peas and carrots, with dried clumps of
hairy matter. It tried to dock on his shoe so Mal shuffled over
to let it pass into the hallway. The water level was high
enough to carry it over the threshold, and up and over it
went. The sewer man again barked something, and moved
aside invasive clumps of clotted toilet paper with the back of
his hand while he prepared the cable. He had hairless, dimpled
skin on his back, and―hunched over as he was―a scruff
of neck-meat so large Mal thought that if at that very moment
the Tsunami was to come into the Chicken trailer,
without a doubt Mal would need both hands to grab hold of
Hobie.