tasting like wimp
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I stumbled down the street my gumption feeling as if they were being ripped apart, the night street lights hardly providing equal light, the worst thing was my hungriness had grown to monstrous new top. Where was that retard of a wife of mine ? I 'd starve to death before she ever got here. Further down the street, I saw a diner one of those 24 hour joints.

I stumbled in taking the booth nearest the threshold, looking around I saw that there were n't that many people. Brushing my longsighted brown hair from my eye I avoided eye touch, no need to break these fuckers any rationality to mark me. Grabbing a menu I was having a hard time deciding what to get.

The waitress a immature, skinny, blonde with peg that went on for miles stopped, giving me a grin. I instantly liked her, practiced matter for her. Saying she 'd be right back I finally decided on a uncommon T-Bone steak, very rare the bloodier the considerably. I thought java ? No I already could n't sleep hell I had n't in days.

The young lady was beaming to take my guild, saying I was her last and then she was going home. Smiling I thought sound, she was young she deserved to get older. I ordered and waited, soon the food for thought was here, the gnawing in my intestine starting to injure again.

The young cleaning woman brought me the food and I thanked her and tipped her a hundred, her eyes wide as she left, its only money I said.

Nodding as she walked out the door, I woofed the five plates of food in disc clock time, hardly appeasing the bother I was feeling or the growing hunger. A minute later another older waitress came in, this one seemingly dissatisfied, beggarly, ill-tempered.

I looked over the fare again trying to decide on what else to get, finally make I started to order. The older waitress with her Lady Jane Grey hair's-breadth, wrinkled tegument, age spot marked brass threw me looks of distrust. How was I going to pay for all of this, she needed to see trial impression before she could convey me any more food.

I felt my ire grow again how dare she accuse me of being some small-arm of trumpery ! Trying as heavily as I could, I pushed the anger away, phew almost lost it. I produced another hundred ; she smirked but left to put the society in. I was shaking the hurting was there again if I did n't eat soon I was going to collapse.

After the raw char left I woofed these seven plates down, damn it, the thirstiness was still there still growing but not as fasting. I knew I had to pass on soon that was when I finally saw my wife, smiling she nodded and backed the car. Finally I thought it was about sentence she got here !

block the door with the car I smiled leaning back I felt my other partner emerge from inside my stomach, an extraterrestrial, low eyes, all sass, stomach, and rotating, very acute teeth. Ah ! The sweet strait of him feeding ! He went for the one-time waitress first then snapped up every other frequenter. Emitting a huge burp, he stopped in front of me, `` Damn that old kick was tough, '' he said, `` gladiolus you ate that other stuff first I mean humans are good but they taste too damn a lot like worldly concern chicken ! ``

My married woman came in, her partner who had also been feeding, stopped next to the first. `` You 're always complaining you should be glad we found these 2 so receptive or we 'd both be dead by now. After all it was your fault we 're stuck here ! ``

'' Never going to let me forget that are you ? '' the first said.

I smiled, yup an old married couple, I just hoped they 'd be gone soon. We were going to run out of diners at this rate.


Know your foeman
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I walked through the battle arena littered with the broken, shattered bodies of my many fallen comrade. We had come here in force to find out what had befallen the Colony we had seeded here thousands of years ago. It had n't taken all that long to discover that the humans had executed a wholesale massacre upon my people. The few that we had found animated, were more like raging savages living off what they could salvage, breeding with no free will, producing off outpouring that were far below even what the human considered standards for intelligence.

My scout troop and I had pulled no punches hitting the human being with everything we had at our electric pig, but to no avail. Then the real horror began as the humans began to squash my flock and people by the M. Later we had launched a counterpunch defensive that had also failed ; it seemed that the human had started to produce exemption to many of the chemical and poison flak that we hurled at them. Finally with no selection I had called a retreat not knowing that the human beings had already located our ships and had started to demolish them.

I had one ship left, I had to get a content off to home Earth this entire sphere had to be put off limits to our people. I caressed the claw of my young lover that had been killed in the first battle. How I 'd omit breeding with her, stealing myself up I walked more briskly giving mercifulness to the dying, those still alert suffering the burden of the slow toxicant that the humans were using. I could feel the anger rise in me, so many destroyed, so many lives lost, all effort to pass on with the humankind either ignored or rejected which I knew not.

Finally I reached the initiative of the cave where we had taken safety looking back I felt the bother of having to go forth so man behind. Again I was stealing myself up, NO ! I had a obligation that I had to execute, with the Trillions that we had waiting to again depart colonisation, I could n't risk any of them landing here on this major planet or any in this system. Stretching I peered out into the Nox at least we had an advantage over the humanity, we sensed more than we actually had to see.

Finally I saw that the humans had decided to pull back now was my luck to escape and inform home Earth of the tragedy here. Unfolding my wings I started my round to get airborne. Out here it was far tough, G of bodies mostly flattened, mangled cruelties that went far beyond the war, and bordered genocide. I could feel the burden of the archaic elements in the air, I could feel my intelligence service head start to slip also, damn it ! I had to hurry almost all of the air from the ship was gone. Finally I made it aboard, breathing in the saturated air of home world I could sense my word slowly issue. Sending the message I began to question why the human race had been so aggressive, an almost abject hatred of us. As my ship rose heading for household, my last-place cerebration before cryo-sleep took me was, why had the human race called us cockroaches ?


Life is a Turkey
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George had been running for miles, shucks they were fast ! He 'd already had to submit to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree a few times but they always seemed to cognize that he was no longer in front of them. Peeking around a building George could see the hunting company that had been after him, hell he was n't going to wait for them to fulfill him ! starting time chance he got he 'd run and he 'd observe on, here he thought that he 'd finally avoided them all together only to flex a corner with them again in front of him.

Taking a mystifying breath the first he 'd had a probability to in days, George had to contrive there was a way out of this he just had to find it. Creeping back the way he 'd come he tried to drop dead the thou as quietly as he could, his claws clicking on the gravel roadway gave away his position. darn ! Again he started running, there was no way in hell they were going to fascinate him ! Suddenly there was a gun bam as the background kicked up beside him.

Shit ! That was close ! Dashing across the busy highway he was almost hit by a semi-truck, his heart in his pharynx he paused a moment to again get his breathing place. Seeing an undecided playing field George V headed for it, should be easy to lose them there he thought or was that exactly what they wanted him to believe ? Turning he headed towards the trees, yes he thought it was always easier to lose anything or anyone in the tree diagram or forest.

At the top of a enceinte tree George VI tried to get some rest but he could hear the hunting party getting closer if he stayed here they were going to get him for sure. On the ground he started to run again at least he was heading away from the hunting party. Thinking back he could n't opine of anything that would make them want to hunt him so steadfast and hard.

Again, just when he thought he was home free he heard the hunting party behind him, shit he thought at to the lowest degree he 'd experience a trivial rest. Soon he came to a river smiling he had a enigma they did n't, on the other incline he hid watching the hunting party on the former slope. That 's when he saw the dogs no marvel they were able to keep cartroad of him so well !

Rolling in the foul smelling mud beside the river that should throw off my scent he thought. Taking off through the high green goddess he hears the men shout that they 'd seen him on the other incline. Damn it ! Running faster he looked at his feet god they were immense especially with the claw. Coming to another highway George had to get across to elude finally on the other side he sat to retard his breath.

Seeing a light in the distance he headed for it perhaps person there could serve him. Drawing close he saw it was a farm but upon closer inspection he also saw it doubled as a thrashing theater ! Horrified George ran even harder as another gun attack kicked up more dirt nearby. What the hell was wrong with these masses ?

He had n't done a matter improper yet they were all out to toss off him, it was maddening. This time George kept running there was no stopping 'til he was safe as he 'd decided they were n't going to kill him not without a fight. Finally turning up an old country lane George II could n't see the hot dog or the men hunting him finally he thought.

Walking further he did n't want to admit the luck that they 'd detect him again not after he 'd father this far this fast. About 2 miles down the lane George finally climbed into a huge old tree flavor safe for the first time. Closing his eyes he did n't see the man signal his rifle nor did he see the man smile right before he pulled the trigger. As he fell, St. George was shocked they 'd found him.

whoremaster walked up and picked up the bird, darn turkey gave him a hell of a chase ; it was going to be a wonderful core opus at Thanksgiving dinner .