Feb 09, 2006 16:37
John Cadigan stopped by to see me the other day. "Wow, that storm sure is movin' in quick like!" "I was driving Mister Hankey Bambino the Christmas Car home the other day, he was just wailing and carrying on, just this long squeeeeeee!" John was looking at my deformed frog puppet stuffed in a cubbyhole of my desk. The lightning began to flash out side of the windows. "I got to that stop sign at the end of Brady, and smoke began to bellow out from under the hood. I figured it wasn't anything to worry about and continued on my way." "Aren't you suppossed to be headin' up there to Atlanta soon?" I nodded, "Right before I got to Two Eighty, the squeeeeeeing stopped, and Mister Hankey Bambino the Christmas Car just started driving nice and smooth. Like a new car!" John seemed to be figuring out what the thumb part of the puppet was suppossed to be since the fingers formed the four legs. "I was going to look under the hood when I got home, but I saw smoke still coming from under it, so I thought, 'if I pop the hood and there's fire it'll just flare up with the oxygen.' So I left it alone and went to bed, I was tired." Just then a bolt of lightning struck the building killing all the phones and making all of the computer screens turn pink.