There Ain't No Justice Number 034

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Stan was quite satisfied with being an ordinary roach, until his entire family started becoming missing. You see, the Johnstons hated all insects of all sorts, and so they would happily step on the first insectoid they would see. Stan's entire family was never found, and was thought to be victim to the Johnston's evil doings. This got Stan rather riled up, and he decided he had to do something. He hopped up the basement steps in a rather roach-like matter, and peered out into the living room from under the door. He saw the family sitting on huge soft platforms (which he called "couches") watching some big box on a table. He pondered how any somewhat thinking creature could sit around all day and watch a box. He first thought the entire family was stoned, or on some other type of numbing drug, but this proved not to be the case. But he saw them plop in front of it, day in and day out, practically worshipping it. And so he thought of his plan. He speedily jumped from the step to under the couch. Lucky for him, no one even noticed. He continued to scurry along, down to the TV/Stereo/VCR rack. When he arrived there, he poked his antennae out. He knew he was being watched, and his stomach sunk. It was Jimbo Johnston watching our hero, the dumbest of all the Johnston clan, perhaps the dumbest human creature ever on the planet. This little perverted goober proclaimed it fun to capture roaches, pull off their legs, read them various verses of the Bible to the tune of Psalm 69. Nutty boy. Anyhow, our hero knew he was in some major trouble. His mind raced for options as Jimbo raced for the tweezers. So Stan lept into the TV/VCR rack, behind the VCR itself. He decided that hiding behind the surge protector would be a great plan in the interest of stealth. Stan heard Jimbo lumber back, tweezers in hand. His parents informed the idiotic moron our hero had hid himself valiantly behind the VCR. So Jimbo thrust his hand in the rack, blundering about with the metal tweezers, probing for any sign of Stan. Stan saw this, and lept on the tweezers to prepare his daring escape. As he did, the tweezers found a target--the two big holes in the power outlet. Jimbo got the brunt of the current and he received a quick and cheap labotomy from it. Not like he lost anything from it. He fell back, still shaking from the electricity. While Jimbo did that, the TV and VCR both exploded in a blinding ball of energy. The explosions did a pretty good job in toppling the rack. Stan was shocked immeasureablly by the current, but it rearranged his brain in such a manner that his intelligence greatly eclipsed the human brain (which isn't much, anyway). The electric waves also caused his legs to spasm, which resulted in his blasting off from the rack. His tiny body hurtled from the rack, just as the rack toppled over. He hurtled along at terrifing speeds towards Mrs. Johnston, which resulted in his bonking of her with his knees, then he bounced off her unharmed. Now, Mrs. Johnston had a nice burn mark in her forehead vaguely roach-shaped. Then he finally landed (well, crashed) on a windowsill to get his bearings. Upon further experimintation, Stan could control his flight speed and direction. He took off again for the living room to see how much damage and carnage he had acutally inflicted. He was met with the sight of a hysterical Mrs. Johnston, a evenmore vegtable-like Jimbo, and a bewildered Mr. Johnston. The two parents consoled themselves on the loss of their television set. They rushed to collect the fragments of the television, in the false hope it might be repaired. They picked up the comatose Jimbo and threw him across the room to clear a path for them to collect the pieces, and in the process he broke a few of his ribs. Stan smiled wickedly to himself, as he knew that he had exacted his revenge against the evil family. He grabbed the tweezers as a trophy and flew back down the stairs to his home. He was hailed as a hero by the entire insect community. But now he had superinsectoid powers, he felt he could do so much more. So, he packed his possessions up and left the community, to help insects worldwide. TO BE CONTINUED... Like you care. [>> Phoenix Modernz Inc. :908/830-TANJ <<] [>> Modern Textfiles Inc. The Matrix BBS:908/905-6691 <<] [>> The Lawless Society Inc. CyberChat BBS:908/506-7637 <<] [>> -also- <<] [>> Terrapin Biscuit Circuit:908/506-6651 <<] [>> First Universal Church Kalisti: 602/753-3784 <<]

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