THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AWKWARDLY BOUNCING AND HIS SOMETIMES IMPRECISE MASTER, IMPRECISE MASTER
Awkwardly Bouncing suddenly felt better. Terry Jones said mean things about his imprecise master.
Awkwardly bouncing from the enemy’s attack, Awkwardly Bouncing caught a lightning bolt intended for his rival.
My russian hero got a nasty brain slug for a pet. It inspired me to write a very short, yet disturbing story. Read no further if you ever wish to fly on an airplane in comfortability again.
And so that is how the filthy brain slug came to be. Gorged and sated, on a flight from Moscow to NYC, it capitulated, and exited through the ear canal of it’s permanently brain damaged host. Into the dry, open air of the headrest it hastily retreated. Slimy Brain Slug needed to do it’s dirty business as all of god’s creatures must do. Slimy Brain Slug slyly slipped in between the crevices of the padding of the fabricated and porous headrest of the seat. After excreting the digested slime that was once the cerebral tissues of its last victim, Slimy Brain Slug enters the ear, oh so cunningly,...of it’s next mark. The middle aged bean counter who is dozing blissfully, may no longer be able to count beans as his form of livleyhood. In fact, in a short amount of time, the unfortunate passengers sitting close to the accountant will soon begin to notice the offensive odor of bean counter’s own excrement and urine as he unconciouslly soils himself. Slimy Brain Slug quivered in anticipation of the salinous, delicate flavors of it’s oblivious host’s gray matter. It planned on dining leisurely, eventually making it’s way towards the soft, spongy, cranial tissues of the cerabellum, which in it’s own insignificant opinion, is the most savory and tasty portion of the human brain.