Pulling into the station
October 29, 2003
Scene: an ordinary livingroom. A couch, two papasans, a coffee table. A fireplace.Enter stage left: a woman in a gray T-shirt and navy blue sweats. She carries a thin mail order catalog.
WOMAN looks at the celing to discover not one, not two, but ten flies staring at her. She sensed their hostility. WOMAN pulls the catalog behind her back, rolling it into a stick.
[Strobe lighting and fancy transformation sounds]
WOMAN is now transformed into...
FLY KILLER
[dun-dun-dunnnn]
FLY KILLER lunges left, then right, swatting and killing the flies. The FLIES drop like... well, flies.
FLY KILLER stands in the center of the living room, fly corpses around her, rebelious no more. FLY KILLER calls for the coroner, EUREKA SUPER VAC.
E.S.V. arrives and together, they dispose of the FLIES.
Like my story? Ah, so true! I've killed about a dozen or more of these damn flies that have invaded our apartment. I killed 8 when I got home, and another 4 or 5 in Roomie's room. There are more to go in her room still - they've taken to gathering in the places that I can't quite reach. Bastards. I vow to kill them all.
Yeah, sorry about the noise, upstairs neighbors...
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Some things are better left unsaid. Obviously, these are not those things.
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