Trevor's Findings: Like with Like

Hey Liam. I found something in the field.

What did you find, Trevor?

It's in the sackcloth bag on the kitchen table. Take a look.

(Liam's lessons about putting "like with like" to maintain organizational skills had clearly failed when it came to Trevor. The tan bag's lower half had dry dark rust-colored smears that had obviously come from the inside. Another human head. On top of that, an improperly filed human head. Liam glared at Trevor, but couldn't keep his eyes from Trevor's gigantic gazungas. Very distracting when attempting to teach life lessons about proper filing methods.)

Hey Liam! Look at my eyes, not my breasts!

Trevor, Trevor, Trevor. When will you ever learn where things are stored? 

Don't you even want to take a look in the sackcloth bag?

(Liam walked to the kitchen table and peered into the stiff cloth bag.) Hey now. This is a real find. Where did you get this and how is it that you're not wounded or dead? 

That shouldn't matter. I want the position we had talked about.

(Still looking into the bag, Liam watched Dagmar's detached head attempt to speak. Dagmar's eyes were open, but too dry to move within their sockets. And even though Liam had been trained to read lips, he knew what Dagmar was trying to tell him: "Don't trust him!" Liam looked over to Trevor, trying hard not to ogle his perfectly smooth and fleshy rack.) Congratulations, Trevor. You are now the lead for this assignment. Well played. Now please file this properly!

I know. Like with like.