The beast growled. It stomped and it prowled. It raised it's head, and then it howled. "Who are you to challenge me? Why do you not flee? Stubborn ilk, face me now, take my milk."

It was a cheat. Turning a creature against its own kind. A cheat as old as civilization. An effective strategy for victory. What is the Prime Directive, truly? A means for victory.

my purty mouth." The banjo blushed sharply. The spirit of the marsh-island could see where this story was going and tried to head it off by fomenting mistrust between Kask & banjo.

I felt like my own private trinity in an Ang movie. I had one hand reaching for Jesus and the other my nana. Jesus had one reaching for me & the other pushing my nana behind him.

-led. Mildred replied to the Frenchman, "a fence only keeps honest people out but men with guns keep the prisoners in. With my Kalashnikov I have no need for a lock."

could easily contact me after the smog and rain clears in forty-five years, or so. In the meantime, I’ll dream about the Satellite of Love; every night, I’ll pray for its return.

both of them ignoring the scent of a dead skunk I left in the radiator last Yom Kippur. Even Dairy Queen won't take their drive-thru order now.

monkey fist that was now also stuck because it was holding his head in the money slot. I batted away at the monkey but he threw shit and I let him have the his head. "Be a sport

because she reminded him of his daughter, the Gas-Masked Socialite. He hadn't always been a hobo. Still GSM, as he liked to call her, was not a kook like this woman. "I'll kill you

group therapy. There they met a Gen-Xer and his dad. The Xer says, "Dad, I'm in puppy love." "That's great, son!" says the dad. "With an actual puppy," said the son. "Get my gun,"

the bed. but George never realized what he was seeing. Later when he reconsidered the event of that evening, there may have been more to it. In reality the portal was

I promised myself that I was going to have my revenge glow-up on her, so I started training, but a man called Ash kidnapped me. He forced me into fighting against Agumon, but I

The kitchen learned not to send the pretty ones as food bearers as they quickly ended up without a head. They now only send out the frumps. Who cry because they lose either way.

e and into the baptismal font which, like the public pool, was full of urine. Then the best man got loose and ate all the little communion wafers (the Jeez-its), and the bride ate

om using Frontline, which was about as useless as the proverbial screen door on a submarine. Bill's fleas were proliferating over his face and abdomen. Sara had to take the fight

I was first to market with Biokenesis®. I became a millionaire overnight. I moved to the boonies and practiced qonfu and my back porch everymorning before a breakfast of extinct

What was important was that Glint Westrock was dead. He'd been poisoned by the future. Det. Manatee could see future residue on Glint's lips. "The question is did he die now or in

wobbled, a bit, but managed to right itself. It was like the pyramid had a gyroscope inside. Elvis and Bonano sat up at that. They recognized what all great guitarists guessed at.

slightest perturbed by Nyarlathotep. We all pointed and laughed at him. One guy quipped, "He wanted to reject Cthulhu, but said, '$20 is $20 is $20 is $20 is $20 is $20 is $20!'"

multiplied the forces arrayed against the issue. The Arachnids argued that we were being speciesist at the least and more probably Solists. Dr. Satan demurred to their stance. Guts