Doomed Montague


Hmm, it appears I’ve been outflanked by a lifetoid. By the sounds of it, some sort of handheld weaponry is currently engaged and my un-life prospects are quickly diminishing.

How should I play this surprising development? Coy? Anger? Perhaps I should find some common ground and work my way in from there.

Time to turn and face my adversary.

Waaaaaaait,â€? I groaned. “I waaas once exaactly laaaik uuuuuuuu.â€?

His weapon carefully acquiesces to gravity’s demands and he encourages me to continue. Silly fly, my silken thread is poised to draw you in.

“Hhuuurrgh.” Damn, that didn’t come out right. Let’s try again, and this time I’ll add some theater.

“Hhuuummmaaaanniittyyy,” I say, as my empathetic expression and upturned hands finalize the delivery. Fit for broadway, if I don’t say so myself.

The lifetoid turns and calls out to it’s mate, “Bella, come out here! Careful! You’re not going to believe this!”

Oh poor, doomed Montague. You know not what lies ahead…

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