Tuesday, January 17, 2012

The Wrong Kind of Barrel

The carnage was terrible. Shrieking, gibbering apes leaped and flew, caroming off the walls and spinning away chaotically. The air was filled with shed fur and gobs of fluid. The noise and stench were enough to stagger a grown man.

Bertram cowered beside the massive gun and its cannon-sized bores. It was still whirring as it spun down, having overheated and jammed in a most appalling manner. "What were you thinking, Doctor? What are we going to do with all these animals?"

Doctor Geisteskrank looked chagrined. "I just thought, well, what could be more fun than a barrel full of monkeys?"

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