BIP...BIP! Made the machine when Sarah awoke

BIP...BIP! Made the machine when Sarah awoke from her 10 year coma. Her parents had fallen to the winds of time, just another way to tell the story of those who pass away.

A nurse came rushing into the room and looked at her with disbelief, what could have changed? What made her wake up today and not in one day of the past ten years?

But that no longer mattered because nurse Bradley had to console the newly awakened Trish from her decade-long coma, or risk permanent psychological trauma. Then he spied the

hole in her head where the doctors said the "implants" were inserted. He didn't see implants around that bloody, hairy hole. No what he saw was sick, he saw

locusts chewing their way out from the holes of her head. She was never going to get her breast implants inserted there now, was she? The locusts were chewing, gnawing their way

back to ole Broadway, but her head's in the way and she's kinda tasty. Locusts have two passions: pretty ladies and showtunes. If a hoard could ever master a keyboard, they'd write

the most satisfying songs for show tunes a crowd could hope to hear. They would never be the ideal lyricists for a show however, what with their locust-centric themes and limited

tonal range. It is hard to think about romance when you've got a one-track mind. They had hits with "I can mate & eat at the same time." and "I'm not fussy - I'll eat you." Locusts

are multitasking insects, you know, not unlike people who can eat jelly donuts while eating jelly donuts. The locusts descended on Cleveland, consuming everything while rubbing