Alex reached into his bag. Pulled something out.
Silver can. Familiar label.
Surströmming.
Wilson's eyes widened.
"No."
Alex's smile grew.
"Yes."
He walked to the bathroom. Sounds from inside. Scraping. Scooping.
Came back with:
Toilet brush. Brown streaks.
A plunger. Cup filled with... water. Brown water.
A plastic bag. Contents unclear. But the smell—
Wilson's face went pale.
"Alex, is that—"
"Yep."
JB's eyes darted. Left. Right. Fear creeping in.
"What... what are you—"
Alex cracked open the can.
HISSSSS.
The smell hit. Instant. Overwhelming.
Wilson gagged. Stepped back. Hand over nose.
"Jesus Christ, Alex."
Alex opened the plastic bag.
The smell doubled. Tripled.
Fresh. From the toilet.
Wilson stumbled further back.
"I'm... I'm gonna wait outside."
"Suit yourself."
Alex scooped fermented fish. Mixed it with the bag's contents. Held it over JB's face.
"Open wide."
"NO! NO NO NO—"
Dropped it in.
JB's scream muffled. Choking. Gagging. Retching.
