Monster maker 163/365
10/20/2011
AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 SKETCHES(or less) part 80
Setting his pedal pads back on US soil SB simulates a sigh of relief. As he predicted, the onion-tear stained paper wad had enough onion smell to deflect the path of the undead carcass long enough for SB to escape and board a departing plane.
The plane landed in New Orleans, where SB was met by a sinister hump-backed figure. The troll-like man screamed, "HOW DID YOU ESCAPE AGAIN!?!"
Huffing and puffing in frustration, the madman(as in scientist NOT Madison Avenue advertising executive) continued his ranting, "I sent a pirhanna, a super intelligent snake (who apparently wasn't all that intelligent), genetically enhanced flowers, a frost giant, a slain deer, a band of monsters including a platypus, and a zombie! Yet, here you stand. I swear by the unholy darkness that I will make a monster that will destroy you!!"
Stunned, SB hesitated in his response. The Monster Maker took SB's silence for a query.
"I have no reason to destroy you, other than I hate you! Hate, hate, hate you! OOOHHHH you shall indeed taste of my monster madness."
SB responded, "I wish you had tasted of some mouthwash. Your breath could knock a buzzard off a cadaver wagon."
Monster maker 163/365
10/20/2011
AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 SKETCHES(or less) part 80
Setting his pedal pads back on US soil SB simulates a sigh of relief. As he predicted, the onion-tear stained paper wad had enough onion smell to deflect the path of the undead carcass long enough for SB to escape and board a departing plane.
The plane landed in New Orleans, where SB was met by a sinister hump-backed figure. The troll-like man screamed, "HOW DID YOU ESCAPE AGAIN!?!"
Huffing and puffing in frustration, the madman(as in scientist NOT Madison Avenue advertising executive) continued his ranting, "I sent a pirhanna, a super intelligent snake (who apparently wasn't all that intelligent), genetically enhanced flowers, a frost giant, a slain deer, a band of monsters including a platypus, and a zombie! Yet, here you stand. I swear by the unholy darkness that I will make a monster that will destroy you!!"
Stunned, SB hesitated in his response. The Monster Maker took SB's silence for a query.
"I have no reason to destroy you, other than I hate you! Hate, hate, hate you! OOOHHHH you shall indeed taste of my monster madness."
SB responded, "I wish you had tasted of some mouthwash. Your breath could knock a buzzard off a cadaver wagon."