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"Mr Stingray?"

He was still French, and villainous. I could hear a cat purring.

"Mr. Stingray, must we do this every time I call?"

Possibly, I thought, and flicked my tail in enjoyment. I told him otherwise.

"We have another job for you, Mr. Stingray. A driver. A race car driver called Peter Brock. The flies want it done. They have lost the last of their kind against his windshield."

I understood but--

"Yes, the ocean, we know. But you were so successful last time. We have faith, Mr. Stingray. Can you do it?"

I could.


I had final question.

"Colin Thiele, yes, that was one of mine. A personal one. I must admit, I did not know you would be so dramatic. No one has paid attention to the poison in him at all." A laugh. An evil laugh. "Finally."


"I fucking hated Storm Boy."


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Sep. 8th, 2006 07:00 am (UTC)

Is it bad that I find this so very amusing?

Oh well...
Sep. 8th, 2006 02:24 pm (UTC)
no! it's good to laugh!
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Sep. 8th, 2006 02:23 pm (UTC)
that's a terrible pun, man. but i like the picture--which i saw last night, actually :)
Sep. 8th, 2006 08:38 am (UTC)
I've been finding these hysterical. Sick, but hysterical.
Sep. 8th, 2006 02:22 pm (UTC)
that's the best kind of funny :)
Sep. 8th, 2006 08:40 am (UTC)
Mr. Stingray is my new hero.
Sep. 8th, 2006 02:23 pm (UTC)
he needs a t-shirt, i reckon.
Sep. 9th, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC)
Hey Ben, have you spoken to Deb Layne recently? Just saw my upcoming birthdays list on LJ Portal, and noticed she's got a strikethrough and her blog's gone!
Sep. 9th, 2006 10:14 pm (UTC)
yeah, man, she's moved to this: deborahlive
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