Sunday, December 30, 2012

"Consequences? To the devil with your consequences," Dr G exclaimed, throwing a large casting flask against the laboratory wall. "All of these flasks are too small! Order me the 4.5 inchers -- No, wait... five inch flasks! By the gods I shall have five inchers and utilize every shred of casting space!"

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked, turning and glaring at his assistant.

"Heaven help us," replied his assistant, bowing in acknowledgment and slinking away.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Tweebly and Titmouse came to a stop in front of Titmouse's apartment, Tweebly flexed his muscular tube body more than was necessary as he was setting down Titmouse's bag of groceries.

"So are you still seeing Dustbunny?" he asked.

"It's not really like that," she said, grabbing her groceries, turning and running up the stairs. "Um, thanks for carrying my stuff."

"Maybe I'll see you next week at the gym?"

Titmouse mumbled something as she was closing the door.