Kent was running through the streets of Winter Heights wearing a skin tight leotard with a black cape billowing out behind him. His feet slapped the pavement in time with a warning klaxon hailing an emergency. He shoved the bodies of fleeing residents yelling out, “Isha, Chameli, Amelia!” over and over. The dinosaurs were back ravaging the city and he didn’t know where his family was
“Chief Commander Captain Kent!” He was being grabbed and pulled away from his search. “Sir we have problem!”
The ground rumbled underfoot.
“I know! The dinosaurs!” Kent yelled back in frustration trying to get away from the young private. He needed to find his girls. He realized the pavement under his stockinged feet hadn’t stopped its rhythmic rumbling. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt.
“Sir, not the dinosaurs!” The boy frantically pointed behind Kent.
The man in the leotard whirled around to stare up in horror at a giant vibrating dildo on legs running towards them. It was a towering phallus silhouetted in a multi colored sky which for the color-blind Kent was a pallet of mustard yellow, to yellow, to blue. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt.
The dildo made a b-line towards Kent at a relentless pace. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt. He grabbed his only weapon, a perfectly seasoned cast iron skillet, and held his ground against the incoming sex toy. Unfortunately, Kent was immediaely crushed under the dildo’s feet. Somehow he didn’t mind though because that stopped the terrible vibrating.
Well there was one last vibration - vzzzzt - and Kent opened his eyes to stare at his phone glowing on the bedside table. Who was calling at this hour? The only phone calls Kent got late at night were ones related to weather conditions that would shut school down the next day. But the weather had been fine. Beautiful, in fact. Reaching for the glowing device, Kent peered at an unrecognized number and the new voicemail.
An automated message from county jail informing that a detainee was calling. Then his brother’s voice. Kent rolled his eyes, tuning out until he heard something about public urination. “You have got to be kidding.” He said out loud, not even bothering to be quiet at this point.
He shoved back the covers to fumble around in the dark for clothes. Again called to bail out his shitass little brother. This is the last time he always said. But Kent was kind of a pushover when it came to family.
He touched Amelia’s shoulder, shaking her gently. “It’s Holden. I have to go.” Was all he needed to say. Amelia had heard every story of Holden’s life-long fuck up from the very cursed spermatozon that fertilized the egg that would become his shit ass little brother. Kent pressed a kiss to his wife's cheek and left.
Kent was familiar with the officers at the Valesport Police Department via his friendship to Dr. Rivers and Detective Crawford. He cashed in on his familiarity with the staff and got his brother released on promise of bail. Kent waited for his brother on a cheap plastic chair under sickly fluorescent lighting. He tapped his feet impatiently on the worn linoleum suppressing yawns and rubbing his eyes periodically while he awaited his brother’s release. He practiced a lecture in his head hearing his best teacher voice inside his mind.
“Chief Commander Captain Kent!” He was being grabbed and pulled away from his search. “Sir we have problem!”
The ground rumbled underfoot.
“I know! The dinosaurs!” Kent yelled back in frustration trying to get away from the young private. He needed to find his girls. He realized the pavement under his stockinged feet hadn’t stopped its rhythmic rumbling. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt.
“Sir, not the dinosaurs!” The boy frantically pointed behind Kent.
The man in the leotard whirled around to stare up in horror at a giant vibrating dildo on legs running towards them. It was a towering phallus silhouetted in a multi colored sky which for the color-blind Kent was a pallet of mustard yellow, to yellow, to blue. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt.
The dildo made a b-line towards Kent at a relentless pace. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt. Vzzzzt. He grabbed his only weapon, a perfectly seasoned cast iron skillet, and held his ground against the incoming sex toy. Unfortunately, Kent was immediaely crushed under the dildo’s feet. Somehow he didn’t mind though because that stopped the terrible vibrating.
Well there was one last vibration - vzzzzt - and Kent opened his eyes to stare at his phone glowing on the bedside table. Who was calling at this hour? The only phone calls Kent got late at night were ones related to weather conditions that would shut school down the next day. But the weather had been fine. Beautiful, in fact. Reaching for the glowing device, Kent peered at an unrecognized number and the new voicemail.
An automated message from county jail informing that a detainee was calling. Then his brother’s voice. Kent rolled his eyes, tuning out until he heard something about public urination. “You have got to be kidding.” He said out loud, not even bothering to be quiet at this point.
He shoved back the covers to fumble around in the dark for clothes. Again called to bail out his shitass little brother. This is the last time he always said. But Kent was kind of a pushover when it came to family.
He touched Amelia’s shoulder, shaking her gently. “It’s Holden. I have to go.” Was all he needed to say. Amelia had heard every story of Holden’s life-long fuck up from the very cursed spermatozon that fertilized the egg that would become his shit ass little brother. Kent pressed a kiss to his wife's cheek and left.
Kent was familiar with the officers at the Valesport Police Department via his friendship to Dr. Rivers and Detective Crawford. He cashed in on his familiarity with the staff and got his brother released on promise of bail. Kent waited for his brother on a cheap plastic chair under sickly fluorescent lighting. He tapped his feet impatiently on the worn linoleum suppressing yawns and rubbing his eyes periodically while he awaited his brother’s release. He practiced a lecture in his head hearing his best teacher voice inside his mind.
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