“I guess you could call it that.” She shrugs.
“Then what?” I gasp. “What do you do with the bull jizz?”
“Bull jizz.” Basil laughs. “That’s fucking funny. You should get it on a T-shirt.” He holds his hand up in the air and makes a rainbow shape. “Professional bull jizzer.”
“I take it back to my lab, and it’s frozen for when I impregnate a female.”
“How do you do that?” I ask. This is the most random thing I’ve ever heard of.
“I have an instrument, and I inject it into the cow’s uterus.”
“Do you do an operation to do that?”
“No.”
“Then how?”
She holds her arm up and indicates sticking it in something.
My eyes widen in horror. “You don’t . . .”
She smiles with a nod. “I do.”
“Your whole hand?”
She karate chops the top of her arm. “My whole arm.”
Basil’s mouth and mine both fall open in shock. There are no words for her job.
“What the fuck, man,” Basil gasps.
“You think you know someone,” I mutter under my breath.
“What does that mean?” she asks. “What did you think I would do?”
“Not that,” I huff. “I didn’t even know that was a fucking thing.” We continue to walk for a while. “I pegged you for a nurse.”
“A nurse?” She frowns.
“Yeah, you have that commonsense thing going on. I thought you were a nurse.”
“No.”
“Hmm . . .” We keep walking. “Do the bulls know that they aren’t fucking the cow?”
“No, they think it’s the real thing.”
“Hmm . . . maybe I should buy myself a Fleshlight?” I think out loud. “I mean, if bulls like it.”
“Stick to fucking cows,” Hayden replies.
“Definitely had a few of them in my time,” I agree.
“This is it,” Basil says as we get to a restaurant. “Let’s hope we get the jobs.” He pushes open the door and is greeted by the server. “Hi. We are here to start work tonight?”
The girl fakes a smile and looks Hayden up and down. Hmm . . . I already don’t like her. “Hi.” She fakes a smile. “Just go out the back to the kitchen,” she instructs us.
We walk through the huge restaurant, and I look around. There must be two hundred tables in here. This place is massive. We go through the double doors to find the biggest kitchen I have ever seen. People are scurrying around like ants.
“What time do you call this?” a big fat dude yells. He taps his watch. “You’re late!”
“Sorry,” Basil stammers. “We got lost. It won’t happen again.”
“Do not waste my time,” he barks in a strong Italian accent. He calls someone over with his hand. “Maria will show you what to do.” He glares at us. “Do not mess up in my restaurant. Do you hear me?”
Who does this fucker think he is?
“Okay.” Hayden nods. She hits me on the leg to remind me to speak.
“Sure,” I reply. I don’t like this guy already.