gonzo
Freaked Out
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I posted mine in a thread a while back, but thought I'd post it in this new thread if anyone's interested...
I am being escorted down a dark hallway by a brute of a man. I hesitate to even grant him human status. He’s as much a monster as the “attractions” caged on either side of us. We reach a small card table, dimly light by a makeshift chandelier. Two pint-sized parasites fold their cards as the Ringmaster reaches forward to collect his winnings. He acknowledges my presence and motions towards an overturned trunk that doubles as my chair this evening.
“Is that it? Is that my newest acquisition?” the Ringmaster queries, pointing at the parcel I am palming.
“It might be.” Before handing over anything, I require affirmation that this will be a suitable destination.
“Ah yes, well, let the tour begin, then.”
The Ringmaster and his Cro-Magnon Man guide me through a maze of steel enclosures. I was anticipating a bearded woman or a pig fetus stuffed into a jar. The Ringmaster specializes in more “exotic” attractions.
“We call this one Url. The “h” is silent.” The Ringmaster grabs a fish carcass from a nearby bucket and tosses it into the cage. A hand reaches from behind the shadows and eagerly accepts the delicacy.
“As you can see, our guests are treated with the utmost respect for their… unfortunate conditions.” The Ringmaster pulls a lever. A curtain separates. I now stand eye to eye to eye to eye with the most unfortunate looking creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of walking away from.
I inform the Ringmaster that I am satisfied with the conditions he provides for his “guests”. I suggest that we return to his office and commence the transaction. A smile fills the Ringmaster’s face. I am suddenly reminded of how close he must have come to being on the polar side of one of these cages.
I once again find myself below the beer can chandelier. I’m hesitant to put my parcel down with the Ringmaster’s Yeti breathing his onion breath down my neck. The Ringmaster is anxious to examine the contents.
“Let’s see the little fellow, shall we?”
I’ve exhausted the Ringmaster’s patience. Not wanting to sully the deal, I comply with his wishes and deposit my parcel in the center of the table. The Ringmaster and his goon both lock their eyes on my hands as I peel back the packaging. The Ringmaster runs his tongue across his upper lip.
“It’s disgusting. I love it!” he snarls.
The Ringmaster rolls forward and picks up the Sideshow Collectibles Twilight Zone Gremlin. He holds it above his head, exposing its putrid green pajamas to the light.
“Look, Santos, isn’t he precious?” A single tear streaks down the monster’s face.
No one noticed as I took my leave. If they did, they didn’t try to stop me. I left without accepting the agreed upon commission. But I did not leave empty handed. “Isn’t that right, Url?” I remark as I look down to my left.
“FLAGOOBLEGLOP!” Url agrees.
I am being escorted down a dark hallway by a brute of a man. I hesitate to even grant him human status. He’s as much a monster as the “attractions” caged on either side of us. We reach a small card table, dimly light by a makeshift chandelier. Two pint-sized parasites fold their cards as the Ringmaster reaches forward to collect his winnings. He acknowledges my presence and motions towards an overturned trunk that doubles as my chair this evening.
“Is that it? Is that my newest acquisition?” the Ringmaster queries, pointing at the parcel I am palming.
“It might be.” Before handing over anything, I require affirmation that this will be a suitable destination.
“Ah yes, well, let the tour begin, then.”
The Ringmaster and his Cro-Magnon Man guide me through a maze of steel enclosures. I was anticipating a bearded woman or a pig fetus stuffed into a jar. The Ringmaster specializes in more “exotic” attractions.
“We call this one Url. The “h” is silent.” The Ringmaster grabs a fish carcass from a nearby bucket and tosses it into the cage. A hand reaches from behind the shadows and eagerly accepts the delicacy.
“As you can see, our guests are treated with the utmost respect for their… unfortunate conditions.” The Ringmaster pulls a lever. A curtain separates. I now stand eye to eye to eye to eye with the most unfortunate looking creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of walking away from.
I inform the Ringmaster that I am satisfied with the conditions he provides for his “guests”. I suggest that we return to his office and commence the transaction. A smile fills the Ringmaster’s face. I am suddenly reminded of how close he must have come to being on the polar side of one of these cages.
I once again find myself below the beer can chandelier. I’m hesitant to put my parcel down with the Ringmaster’s Yeti breathing his onion breath down my neck. The Ringmaster is anxious to examine the contents.
“Let’s see the little fellow, shall we?”
I’ve exhausted the Ringmaster’s patience. Not wanting to sully the deal, I comply with his wishes and deposit my parcel in the center of the table. The Ringmaster and his goon both lock their eyes on my hands as I peel back the packaging. The Ringmaster runs his tongue across his upper lip.
“It’s disgusting. I love it!” he snarls.
The Ringmaster rolls forward and picks up the Sideshow Collectibles Twilight Zone Gremlin. He holds it above his head, exposing its putrid green pajamas to the light.
“Look, Santos, isn’t he precious?” A single tear streaks down the monster’s face.
No one noticed as I took my leave. If they did, they didn’t try to stop me. I left without accepting the agreed upon commission. But I did not leave empty handed. “Isn’t that right, Url?” I remark as I look down to my left.
“FLAGOOBLEGLOP!” Url agrees.