Chris Genoa

“Truax held up a business card. Randolph “The Hammer” Tinker Attorney at Law “I nail justice in the face.”

“Randy held out the koosh. “What is it?” “I have no idea,” Donna said. “Your asshole scrubber?”

“Truax had another marshmallow poised to go into his open mouth, but he froze after hearing Dale’s outburst. “I don’t think I like your attitude, Dale. Everyone is addicted to something. Drugs, power, sex. Might as well be to something wholesome, like these little sweet white puffs, made from 100% all natural unicorn poop.” “That’s not where marshmallows come from.” Truax grabbed Dale by the shirt and pulled him against the cell bars. “Yes it is, damn you!” “Okay, okay! Marshmallows are unicorn poop!”