High atop the tallest building in
sight, a lurking figure peers over the ledge and into the night.
The figure converses with itself,
sometimes raising it's voice to a yell, other times a low, babbling
mutter pours continuously from it's vocal orifice.
There seems to be an argument taking
place within it's head. There's some foul words directed at a
Hamster, but there appears to be no actual Hamster anywhere in the
vicinity.
The argument reaches a crescendo....
“SHUT UP, HAMSTER...RHODE ISLAND WILL
BE DESTROYED!”
The figure cackles in evil glee, and
assumes his coolest bad guy
pose.
“The only being in the universe that
could stop me now is-”
A tremendous flash of light blazes from
the sky, crashing down upon the roof with an earth-shattering kaboom.
The lurker picks itself up, coughing.
As the dust settles, a shining figure is revealed before him.
The silhouette of a Terran female, a
cape flowing gracefully off of her shoulders.
So...Bright.
So...Clean.
So...Springtime fresh.
The small, twisted lurker knows this
can only mean one thing....He points an angry, multi-knuckled digit
at the new arrival.
“LAUNDRY GIRL!”