The pink mist slowly filled the room. I looked across at my compadre, and he back at me. "What the fuck is this shit?" I heard myself saying. "Fuck knows - let's just try to stay on top of it." His voice sounded detatched, and his face...well, he looked as though he had been dead and buried for about a week. I looked over at him again, and found him passed out on the floor. I was alone with this terrible stuff. Where had it come from? I looked around, and noticed that it was pouring out of his computer. No, wait - it was pouring INTO his computer. Yes, the air was getting clearer, and my compadre was now up and staring intently at all around him. "What the fuck happened, man?" he drawled. I looked at him for what seemed like an hour before replying. "That pink shit came from that heap of shit - the fucking pixies are onto us, man." We both looked at the pulsing monitor. We saw a room, very much like the one we were in. We saw two people, very much like the people in the room that we were in. We saw billows of pink smoke seeping into a device in the corner of the room. "Oh, fuck" I said. "Here we go again." |
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