Mar 07, 2005 17:48
Phoebe took a long running jump onto the back of the sofa, clawed her way up the curtains and howled, "LET THERE BE DARK!"
The lamp fell over, the top broke off, the two lamp wires touched and arced with great blue and green lightening bolts. Tiny blobs of molten copper bounced across the hardwood floors. A fuse blew.
ALL HAIL Phoebe, Destroyer of Lamps.