The last thing he shouted: “Kill the fool!”
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
His half wit didn’t preclude success in politics.
She got off her high horse rather ineptly.
The storm blew in on winds of change.
“Murder? Genocide? No! Call it correcting an oversight…”
“Somehow life found a way.”
“To kill us?!?!?”
“That was the burp heard round the world.”
“Tell me how to get to Sesame Street!”
“What sound does a Daddy make?”
“Toot! Toot!”
The ghost hovered over Demi Moore without cameras.
“He’s my alien, friend!”
“Just calm down, General…”
“There’s no place called Sesame Street.”
“Childish lies!”
“Hello, Dolly!”
…
“She’s a doll. She can’t talk.”
“Aliens cannot lie!”
“Who said that?”
“They did!”
He then worked against both of their interests.
She could not understand his selfish, stupid pigheadedness.
His fury was atomic in size and blast.
“It is deeply disturbing.”
“Yeah?”
“I love it.”
The Kracken was the least of their worries.
Narwhal smirked knowingly at Unicorn, “Horn envy, much?”