C30 The orphanage

The front door to the orphanage flew open and Gerald stepped in.

“Hey everybody, I’m back,” he announced playfully.

A little apayebian child ran up and punched Gerald straight in the groin. “You said you’d bring food,” he complained as Gerald crumpled to the floor, moaning in pain.

Five Ssykes muscle men walked in, carrying the crates of vegetables.

“I did bring food,” Gerald groaned