the most serious people heâd ever met and he doubted sheâd be hazing anyone or flirting with someone so young. She was in her late forties and was a no-nonsense type of woman.
âWhy do you think sheâs hazing or flirting with you?â he asked, curious.
âShe told me to get a six-inch penile splint from the penis room,â Eddie said with a stricken look on his face. âI mean, really? The penis room?â
Dillon stared at Eddie for a moment and then doubled over, laughing.
Eddie was twenty-one years of age and had just started working for them that day. The expression on his round, freshly shaved face was that of a frightened two-year-old who couldnât find his mother in a crowded shopping area.
âItâs not funny.â Eddie crossed his arms, his face flushing.
Dillon stood and looked at Eddie with a grin still plastered on his face.
âOh, itâs funny,â he said.
âShe said there was a penis roomâhow is that funny?â Eddie asked, his face going from flushed to dark red.
âBecause there is a penis room and you thought she was lying to you,â Dillon said. He turned and started down the hall. âFollow me, Iâll show you where it is . . . right next to the breast room, across from the restrooms.â
âWhaâ?â Eddie said and followed Dillon.
âYouâre probably wondering why there is a penis room and a breast room,â Dillon said as Eddie caught up with him. âBut if you think about it youâll understand. I mean, what would be the first things to rot off a dead human body?â
âOh, my gawd !â Eddie exclaimed. âThatâs disgusting.â
âWell, restoring a rotting human being back to a living human being is pretty disgusting. There are parts and pieces missing and they have to be regenerated by our equipment through cell growth. But sometimes . . . we need some help with implants of sorts to make sure things stay where theyâre supposed to.â
Eddie didnât reply, but stood dumbly by as Dillon opened the door to the penis roomâthe size of a walk-in janitorâs closetâand showed him where to find the different-sized splints and other implant pieces that might be needed to aid in the restoration of a male Undead American.
Even after the selection process and the explanation Eddie still looked confused.
âWhat?â Dillon asked.
Eddie looked at the six-inch splint in his hand. He opened his mouth, shut it again, and then turned to Dillon with a frown.
âWhat?â Dillon asked again.
âI was just wondering how she decides what size to give them,â Eddie replied.
Dillon, never having given it much thought, shrugged.
âMaybe sheâs seen enough naked men in her time to be able to guess by body size what would be a good proportion.â
Eddie looked down at the splint, then at his own crotch, then at the splint again.
âWhat now?â Dillon asked, starting to get exasperated while still being amused by the innocence/ignorance of the young man.
âDo you think she knows how big our penises are?â
Dillon laughed. âDoes it really matter? Itâs not like she has ever asked to see mine, so I donât care what her guess would be. Stop worrying about her thinking about your penis and get back to your job before she wants to cut yours off because youâre late helping her restore anotherâs. Although, if she gets angry and you want to smooth things over, you could offer to be a penis donor and see what she saysâsee if she thinks your penis is suitable.â He winked at Eddie. âHell, maybe sheâll even like the idea. . . . Maybe theyâll even commemorate your sacrifice on the wall downstairs for all to see: Edward Harris, generous with his penis, giving it to the first Undead American who would take it!â
He laughed again at the return of the stricken