Hans von Hozel Verse: Pam Eats Old White Men

by Miral

A fanfic writer is assigned to the field and slowly comes undone. Fortunately, Pam is there to help. Inspired by Hans von Hozel, but not a weekly challenges. Also inspired by blind rage.

Disclaimer: Pam's not mine. Neither is this style of writing, it belongs to Hans von Hozel. I suck at it though. I just thought it worked well with the story I didn't want to tell. LMFAO.

Miral sat sad face. Field work not fun. Old white men make not funn.

Drunk John says, "We gottta get this shit out. Get. This. Shit. Out."

Miral, danubes stream face, "No, urban planner me! Must be planning!"

Drunk John, "No, spreadsheets you do!"

Old Paul, says, "My secretary now! Make changes do!"

Miral, screams with voice mouth, "No! I here longer! You my bitch! Old White Man!"

Old Paul, "No, I old white man! Me in charge. Matters not you here longer with beter qualificates."

Sudenly, Pam Vampire comes from outside.

"Problems for Miral?"

"Pam! Eat! Eat!"

Pam ate Drunk John and Old Paul.

And the Old White Men were dead. Miral and Pam danced.

AN: Wow, that final line really brings a smile to my face. Okay, my friend Pookie T. Washington suggested working some of the angst out of my system might help me get back to writing. Let's see if that works, shall we?