Chuck Palahniuk - Cannibal

This is him. This is how he goes, the captain of the Red Team. Hes all, Listen up. Hes desperate because theyre still choosing sides. Because all the good picks are already taken, the captain says, Well make you a deal. He folds his arms across his chest, and the captain of the Red Team yells, Well take the fag, the four-eyes and the spicif youll take Cannibal. Because phys ed is almost over, the Blue Team confers, squeaking the toes of their court shoes against the gym floor. Their captain yells back, Well take the fag and the four-eyes, the spic, the Jew, the cripple, the gimp and the retardif youll take Cannibal.

Because when this school grades you on Participation they mean: Do you take your share of the social rejects? And when they grade you on Sportsmanship, they mean: Do you marginalize the differently abled? Because of that, the captain of the Red Team shouts, Well spot you 100 points.

Hearing that, the captain of the Blue Team shouts back, Well spot you a million.

Cannibal, he thinks hes such a stud because hes just looking at his fingernails, smiling and just smelling his fingers, not even aware of how hes holding everyone hostage. How this is the opposite of a slave auction. And everybody knows what hes thinking. Because of what Marcia Sanders told everybody. Because Cannibal is thinking about a movie thats chopped up in his head, some black-and-white movie he saw on cable TV where hard-boiled waitresses in olden times slung hash in some roadside diner. Because Cannibals thinking how they popped their chewing gum, these waitresses. They smacked their chewing gum while they yelled, Gimme slaughter on the pan and let the blood follow the knife. They yelled, Gimme an order of first lady with a side of nervous pudding.

You knew it was olden times because in diner talk two poached eggs on toast were Adam and Eve on a raft. And first lady meant an order of spareribs because of something from the Bible. An order of just Eve with a lid on meant apple pie because of the story about the snake. Because nowadays nobody except Pat Robertson knew anything about the Garden of Eden. Around here, when the captain of the baseball team talks about eating a fur burger hes talking about chowing down on a muff pie, and hes really bragging about his tongue lapping at a blue waffle. Because girls have their own food too, like when they talked about Marcia Sanders having a bun in the oven, what they meant was shed missed her red-letter day.

Otherwise most of what he knew about sex Cannibal learned from the Playboy channel, where ladies never rode the cotton pony, so when kids whispered about gobbling a bearded clam or snacking on a meat muffin he knew it meant what the Bunnies do to the Playmates, the same way a rattlesnake flickers its tongue to smell something it plans to bite on Animal Planet. Because Cannibal had seen those Centerfolds. You know the ones, of an old Miss America drinking from the furry cup. Those dirty pictures of her being a confirmed clam digger, because it was just those two ladies without a single tube steak or bald-headed yogurt slinger standing there to make it a real marriage. Because thats how girls do, sometimes, when their crotch cobbler needs gobbling.

Because nobody ever explained otherwise, he was ready to go neck-deep in Marcia Sanderss jelly hole. Because his dad, old Mr. Cannibal, only ever watched the Playboy channel, and Mrs. Cannibal only liked The 700 Club, so it wasnt lost on their boy how sex stuff and Christian stuff looked the same. Because when you turn on cable TV, it never fails. When you tune in and see an almost-beautiful girl almost acting on a set that looks almost realistic, Cannibal knows that her story will end by her being touched by an angel. Either that or shell get a heaping helping of hot baby gravy sliding down one side of her face. Because of that, Cannibal was already sporting a Spam javelin when Marcia Sanders looked at him in American Civics one day. No matter how he tries to hide it, his skin is polka dot with goose bumps, because hed been remembering that hard-boiled diner talk yelled through a little window. The same way Catholics lined up in church to talk dirty through their own little window.

Because no matter how they called it, dirty talk made Cannibal drool. Those words picturing a whisker biscuit like those lunch-meat curtains kids talk about when they really mean a camel toe souffl. In middle school when they grade you on Community Spirit, they mean: Do you cheer at pep rallies and football games? And when kids joke about Cannibal, theyre talking about the one time when Marcia Sanders was a senior about to graduate. Because she was such a stone fox, she was the most popular and she was the head yell leader and because she was class president and because she was such a dish. Because she had nothing in fourth period she was the TA in American Civics, where she approached Cannibal, because he was still only in seventh grade and because she knew hed never say no because he was so stoned on puberty.

Shes all, You like my hair, dont you? Her head rolls to swing her hair like a spaghetti cape, and she goes, This is the longest my hairs ever been.

The way she says this sounds dirty, because everything sounds dirty when it comes out of a sexy girls mouth. And because Cannibal doesnt know any better, Cannibal agrees to rendezvous with Marcia Sanders at her house because Mr. and Mrs. Sanders are gone to the lake that weekend. She only asks him because she says her boyfriend, the team captain of every sport, wont put her on like a gas mask. This is her, heres her, she says this, Marcia Sanders, she says, You really want to do me, kid? And because Cannibal has no idea what she means, he says, Yeah.

Because then she says to come by her house after dark on Saturday and come to the kitchen door because she has a reputation to uphold. And because Marcia Sanders says he can be her secret boyfriend, Cannibal doesnt think twice. Because at Jefferson Middle School when they grade you on Good Citizenship, they mean: Do you wash your hands after launching a corn canoe? Because half the time Cannibal doesnt know what hes thinking, he goes on Saturday night and Marcia Sanders folds the bedspread back on the king-size waterbed in her parents bedroom. She spreads two layers of bath towels across the waterbed and says to make sure his head goes in the middle of them. She says not to take off his clothes, but Cannibal figures that comes later because she unzips her jeans and folds them over the back of a chair, and because hes looking at her panties so hard she says to shut his eyes. Because Cannibal only pretends not to peek he sees her kneel on the padded rail at the edge of the waterbed, and he can see why its called a ham wallet. After that he cant see jack because she slings one leg over his face and squats down until the room is nothing but fish taco blotting out everything except the underwater sound of Marcia Sanderss voice telling him what to do next. Cannibal finds himself sunk head-deep in waterbed with sloppy waterbed mattress squeezed up around his ears, hearing the lap of ocean waves. His body rocking from head to toe, hearing his heartbeat, hearing somebodys heartbeat. Because Marcia Sanders, out of nowhere her voice tells him, Suck, already, you stupid dummy, Cannibal sucks.

Because she says, Lets get this over with, he sucks like giving her insides a big hickey.

Cannibal cant put up a fight because when kids say his legs are thick as tree trunks, theyre talking about willow trees. And when The 700 Club talks about delightful, inspiring life stories, this aint that because the harder Cannibal sucks the harder it gets because the suction is sucking back. Because hes battling her wet insides in this tug-of-war over nothing. Cannibal is wearing Marcia Sanders like a gas mask, sucking on her like shes a snakebite, with her thighs so ear-muffed tight to the sides of his head he cant hear why shes screaming. Because on the Playboy channel, screaming is what you strive for. Cannibals freaked out because a blue waffle on cable only smells like whatever your moms cooking upstairs. Because a ham wallet on television never fights back, Cannibal sucks the way a tornado on the Weather Channel will bust one window and turn your entire house inside out.