[ WP ] In order to speak a word , you must FIRST have it tattooed on your body . You can learn a lot about a person by the words they choose to say ...

`` Hello cocksucker.'' 
 
 It took me quite the moment to comprehend this, after all, where the fuck was that tattooed on him? He looked normal, had the usual kindergarten tattoos on his neck - `` Hello'' `` Good'' `` Day'' `` How'' `` Are'' `` You'' `` Me'' - y'know the sort, the basics. 
 
 `` Hello cocksucker?'' He was asking this time - why? No clue. He looked the normal sort, short brown hair, kind blue eyes, golden tattoos - that's how you knew that he came from the north side - in fact, he'd fit right in to a prep school. 
 
 `` Howdy'' Shoot me, my dad was a Texan - they've basically got their own language over there. 
 
 `` Hello, cocksucker.'' He almost sounded scared. 
 
 `` What's happening?'' God damn it, if my parents were n't such fucking optimists I could ask him what was wrong. 
 
 `` Hello cocksucker.'' He seemed to be pleading for something - he was pointing down, but I did n't really want to look after what he was saying. `` Hello cocksucker.'' He was dangerously close to tears. 
 
 Against all of my better instincts I took a step closer, and he recoiled. There were bruises right under his shirt collar. There were scrapes on his wrist. `` What happened?'' 
 
 `` Hel-'' He gagged trying to stop the words - but you never could really, you always had to say the words as written, `` -lo cocksucker.'' 
 
 `` Good god,'' Thin tattooed lines crisscrossed the words on his neck. I found my finger trailing one of these, feeling him quivering, quivering under. `` Did they?'' 
 
 He nodded, and slowly turned. There was a touch of blood where his lower back met his shirt. He lifted it, and there were the only words intact - HELLO-COCKSUCKER. That fucking hyphen. 
 
 `` They did,'' I sounded like an idiot, but I could n't help it. Ma told me they did this in the city. They called it muting or parroting. They'd rob you of your money, then your words and turn you out on some alley, and pray to god that some stranger'd be willing to pay for your voice to come back. 
 
 `` Hel- lo cocksucker.'' The poor bastard just wanted to say help.
