They fried their weapons
in the deep fryer with a batter
from Marci's Aunt in Huron country

They fornicated on the grass
"How'd you get those grass stains?"

the boiled their eyes in old fashions
the bar smelled like, well, like the way old bars smell.

They had a propensity for laughing. Everything could seem to be funny.
Like Mr. Wilkins.

They ate their weapons silently sipping Coca-Cola.