Big muscle men.
All screaming at each other.
Something about gym equipment.
Some are barking.
Screeching and barking, rabid.
Basically gearing up to kill each other.
You enter the room and start clapping softly.
In between each clap, you click a finger.
Everyone looks at you.
You have your best outfit on.
One by one you go around and whisper something into their ears.
They look down and scuff their feet against the floor.
Lots of bashful looks.
One by one they start sobbing.
They hug each other.
Little pats on big bulging backs.
Lots of little pats.
Posted by Michael Crowe at 1:44 AM