Twenty Four
I was slightly concerned when I went to take a piss this morning and found a fucking tentacle-clad creature bathing in my toilet. Normal people have to worry about rats, me, I've either been hitting the acid too hard or these things are fucking everywhere. I've huddled myself in a corner with a can of Raid, a fly swatter, and my pistol. Not that I wish to get violent, but I feel that a man should be able to protect himself if he has to.
Terrible things were happening all around me, the green fucker from the toilet this morning somehow found it's way to my fridge, and a little white fucker just crawled out from beneath the couch. If I keep still...will they know I'm here?
I finally made it over to the door, but a bigger green one fumbled over out of no where and cut me off. He screeched at me to let me know that he was in charge, so I backed away slowly, holding the fly swatter out in front of me whenever one came near...what did they want? I wonder...
There was a crash in the bedroom that caught all of their attention, I shot them an expression of fear, and the big cheese moved to check it out. That's when I made a run for it, barely missing the white devil's teeth as he lunged to stop me. What are these strange beasts? Where did they come from?
I need to clear my head. Smoke some grass, hell, something to make me straight. I think I might have wet myself, a little.
Terrible things were happening all around me, the green fucker from the toilet this morning somehow found it's way to my fridge, and a little white fucker just crawled out from beneath the couch. If I keep still...will they know I'm here?
I finally made it over to the door, but a bigger green one fumbled over out of no where and cut me off. He screeched at me to let me know that he was in charge, so I backed away slowly, holding the fly swatter out in front of me whenever one came near...what did they want? I wonder...
There was a crash in the bedroom that caught all of their attention, I shot them an expression of fear, and the big cheese moved to check it out. That's when I made a run for it, barely missing the white devil's teeth as he lunged to stop me. What are these strange beasts? Where did they come from?
I need to clear my head. Smoke some grass, hell, something to make me straight. I think I might have wet myself, a little.