'
'I don't know,' said Jed.
'I do. Put your hand on your prick.'
'What?'
'Put your hand on it. If we offer you money, you do it. If we don't, you don't.'
'What happens if I put it in your mouth?'
'You die.'
Jed nodded. He reached for his penis, which seemed to have expanded and fallen asleep. He squeezed it and heard a weird noise coming from his throat.
'Fuck,' he said.
'We need to put our mark on you.'
'What?'
'Put your penis in my mouth.'
'You haven't told me what happens if I put it in yours.'
'You die. But it's a good thing, you won't suffer. We just need to draw a pattern on you.'
'Are you joking?'
'No.'
'Look,' said Jed, 'we're going to kill you anyway. Why not do it while you're still alive?'
'Because I'm going to kill you anyway. It's no fun otherwise.'
Jed shrugged.