After the other day I decided it's time I took more interest into my Protege. I don't want him to become another version of me. I want him to be better.
I went down Stranmillis to find him and ran into Hot Baby Roy.
"This is a bit out of your stomping ground," I said.
"Not at all," said Hot Baby Roy. "The joggers, the fine athletic wear on the nice women here."
I told him that someone would twist his balls if they caught him perving. He snorted and said that he could take care of himself.
I told him that the joggers didn't take too kindly to being leered at.
Then my protege came along and said that he needed another lesson.
Hot Baby Roy said. "Tell girls a fake name, but one that sounds similar to your real name, so you can say they misheard if you like them."
"Hot Baby Roy stop corrupting him. I'm teaching him knowledge to get him off the streets."
Hot Baby Roy looked all shocked.
"Tell him how to get his hole and he'll be fine, he'll work out the rest if he needs to," he said.
Then he went off to perv at jogger ladies.
I turned to my protege and said, "if you ever find yourself in the company of ginger people, make your excuses and run before they learn your name."
