Larynx in a Bottle: Sci-Fi

[penthius]

Being gullible, I believed them when they said they had a friend in the band. I even believed them when they said the friend wanted them inside the band trailer, but had forgotten to give them the keys. I only stopped believing them when they whispered to me that the friend wanted his larynx surgically extracted and preserved in quick-memory fluid that glowed a baleful kitsch lime green. By then it was too late of course. I mean, there I was, with my tools, and there was the band member, his mouth just opening up into a scream. Maybe if I were a boxer I would have socked him one to shut him up. If I were a pillow line manufacturer, I would have smothered that scream. But I am a surgeon, albeit of a very black-market sort, so I moved my hand to his neck, my fingers flexing instinctively to send the laser shooting out. It cut, it cauterized, and before you knew it there was one dead band member and one larynx being carefully placed inside quick-memory by my so-called friends. Great road trip story, eh?

Inspiration: Not sure...maybe the article about the customer who refused to return a severed finger found in ice cream?
Story Potential: Low. Nice gimmick, but doesn't really go anywhere.
Finished Length: Short story.
Notes: Collecting bits and pieces of the famous and/or talented.