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As told from the point of view of Eyonix.
I was sitting at my computer, doing the usual Internet business, posting on the WoW General Forums with my clients, when I responded to them, "I think you should straighten up and spec right." Content with myself, I casually turned my head to the right, only to see a gigantic wasp about two feet from my face. Unhappy with this new development, I stood up and ran downstairs to get the Raid. When I left my desk, the wasp was crawling all over my keyboard, but when I returned upstairs, it had vanished.
Now, I'm not stupid, so I didn't return to my desk, but I desperately wanted to get back on the Internet, as it is the sweet nectar of existence. I also couldn't get too close to the desk, for fear of enraging it. So I grabbed a stack of pens from another desk, and yelled "Tally-ho, wot wot," and lobbed them like grenades at key areas of the room where the wasp might be hiding. I used almost all of my pens, until the second to last one, the 7th, smoked some of the papers I had left sitting around. Out came the wasp, infuriated that I had ruined its crappy little exploration mission.
It came at me, but I had assumed my battle ready stance, knees bent, eyebrows furrowed, mouth scowling, Raid extended in my right hand. I sprayed a couple of puffs, but it dodged them by retreating suddenly. It came again, and this time I moved forward with it, to throw it off. But it was clever, and dodged left. I could tell the sprays weren't entirely in vain, as the wasp's flight was becoming more and more erratic, like a drunken Kennedy operating a private airplane. So came my chance. I dove in with a heroic yell, and unleashed a torrent of poison at its disgusting frame. Down it went, and began to twitch upon the floor, as though it wanted me to feel sorry for it.
Damn that, I thought to myself, as I continued to spray it, even as it lay twitching. Finally, it stopped moving. I was victorious, and surely its last dying moments were spent regretting crossing me, Eyonix, master of the Internets and home base.
I figured the wasps would appreciate an appropriate burial for one of its warriors, so I did what I thought was right. I flushed it down the toilet.
The End.
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