In this sequel to TC, Key Lime Man, a small-town teenage chef is visited by Jesus of Mexico, whose English is limited to kitschy marketing slogans gleaned from product labels at Wal-Mart.
“There’s a duck in my sink.”
“I know,” said Stevie.
“And you might want to check your right shoe. I think you just stepped in something.”
I grabbed my knife off the counter. “Get over here and get this duck before he becomes tonight’s special.”
Stevie shuffled across the kitchen and lifted Zork out of the sink. “I checked the board. It says the special’s prime rib.” He set the duck down right next to my foot.
“Ducks have ribs.” I nudged the bird with my toe.
“No they don’t....