“Clankity clank I'm a tank!” declared Chance. Bob stood opposite him, motionless. They were playing Tiananmen Square again.
With a mighty blast of air, a saucer descended to hover just over their heads. A noble, yet strange looking being emerged from a seamless aperture in the craft and with a voice like rushing waters said, “We come with gifts of peace and . . .”
Chance swiveled his straw turret and launched a volley spit balls at the alien's face.
“Ack!” it cried.
The human saliva burned through its skin like acid.
Bob stood between them and waved his shopping bags.
Chance and Probability Bob at Tiananmen Square
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Chance and Probability Bob at Tiananmen Square
Many on the forum have asked me, so here's my answer: a spoonful of lighter fluid. And you'll need to wash it out really well when you're done.