So we were upstairs playing a card game with the kids. Stacy opened a
cabinet in the kids desk and immediately slammed it shut and jumped
back. In my best Jose Wales voice I looked at her calmly and asked,
"Scorpion". She nodded yes.
I jumped into action running to the upstairs bar and retrieved a beer
glass to confine the vile beast.
In one swift, deft move I opened the
cabinet and snared the creepy little bastard.
Then I ran downstairs to retrieve my weapons.
Upon my return I opened the cabinet. He tried to stare me down. I got right
in his face. I could smell the vile stench emanating from his piehole
as he hissed,
"I am Gozer the Traveler. I have
come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the
Vuldrini, the traveler came as a large and moving Torg! Then, during
the third reconciliation of the last of the McKetrick supplicants, they
chose a new form for me: that of a giant Slor! Many Shuvs and Zuuls
knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Slor that day, I
can tell you!"
I said, "oh yeah, I got Tupperware, B1tch"
