I'm still not sure what it was. All I saw

I'm still not sure what it was. All I saw was an older man, in a suit & hat, carrying a brown suitcase. But there was just something suspicious about it. Airport Security

officer Rilley bent over the suitcase and put his ear to it. "Bring me the listening device," he ordered the new recruit, "I think something strange is happening in here." What o

n earth? The suitcase sprouted mechanical legs and scurried away from the security check point. Riley dropped his scanner wand and went into a sprint. "Not again." he growled.

What Riley didn't notice in his haste is the scanner had sprouted legs as well and was following him as he was following the suitcase. The suitcase chose that moment to

turn swiftly down another corridor, it's little metal legs creaking softly as it waddled forward with admirable determination. Riley cursed as the scanner tried to grab his legs,

Riley ripped out the power strip, but the scanner remained powered up. It's evil green power IED staring right at him. Hate, pure goblin-green hate. The evil scanner was powered

a computer geek with an 180 IQ and the ability to speed read Turkish hexadecimal; little did he realize that ComicCon was in full swing and none were available. The evil scanner

clocked the nearby shoppers and before the Assistant Manager could pull the plug the scanner disintegrated Joe Martins and rang him up for $6.97. "Paging all techies!" The des

perate assistant manager called. "Malfunctioning scanner in aisle 6!" but the damage had been done. Joe Martins should have been $9.95 & couldn't pay now! Inventory would be hell!