EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Ah, that's better. Get it out of the way.

Space Pilot X Ray Gun

Phil walks quickly, glancing back.

It was his birthday today, and nobody had RSVP'd to his party. In four hours, nobody would worry about anything again.

Phil didn't want sympathy anyway. Phil wants companionship; but barring that, subjugation would do.

His doom ray would finish it.

If only that girl hadn't spurn his invitation. Phil could put up with a lot, but that girl was a singular situation. Why did girls say a good man is optimal, it's obvious that bad is what wins.

Villainy might not look so good, but with nobody to judge, who could say? Moo hoo ha ha!

Outside me window, the snow is coming down. It's been falling since I came home from work at 2 A.M. last night, and the yard and neighborhood are blanketed, but no warmth is to be had.

When I was really young, maybe two or three, I was playing in the backyard of our place outside of Hailey, Idaho. I was having a ball in the snow, but I fell into the canal behind the house.

There wasn't any water, but it was steep enough to keep me from getting up again. I don't remember when I got out, or even if I got out. For all I know, I could still be trapped in that cold canal.