I didn’t want to get out of the car and

I didn’t want to get out of the car and go back in the house. My rust colored El Camino’s battery was in the fifteenth round and was against the ropes pissing blood.

And also I didn't want to ruin the mood by telling her that I was late while she had her tongue down my throat.

She was trying to dislodge a wad of peanut-butter and celery that had gotten stuck there. I was choking as we kissed and I could feel her tongue pressing against

the vial of mercury in the secret pouch in the back of his mouth. If that broke, it would mix with the celery and create

celecury. Celecury was one of of those trans uranium elements that normally would need a collider to create. This would get him the Nobel prize for sure. Except i was all a fantasy

and actually from a third person perspective it was better so he took his precious sample of Celecury to the Marie Curie Institute in Paris. They verified that it was a new element

and lethally radioactive to boot. By the time he got the missive from the institute, he'd gathered that much, as his hair had fallen out and

the toes on both feet had become webbed. He filed the proper memo about the transformation and proceeded despite the increasingly dire warnings he was receiving. The radiation

chamber was secure. Leakage was impossible. But Irradiating "Twinkies" seemed rather asinine to me, They had a shelf life only exceeded by Radiums Half Life. My symptoms, Frogfeet

and enlarged wedding tackle were actually quite a hit when I moved to Tahiti. So, I just went with it. Life's too short to sweat the small stuff they say, and it's all small stuff.