The true life of a fabulous killjoy
"So Luna". I said "How many more days to Battery City"
She opened up her 7 year old can of 2012 survival nutrients as she answered "Two, one and a half if we don't run into pigs in the sky"
"Hey that was not my fault" piped Alex, our green haired driver. Driver's liscences diddn't matter anymore but he knew how to drive and not get us killed.
Luna leaned over, pink curls getting in the inch of grease that covered the diner's table.
"The hell it was. if it wasn't for your stupid little stunt where you thought you saw Dr. Deathdefy-"
"What!" said another killjoy from another table "You saw Dr. Deathdefy!"
Now the whole restaurant was interested (all of that day's patrons were making the hajj-like journey to see the great doctor who had saved the world from complete sameness after the 2012 disaster through music, art and inspiration).
"Now we've done it." I muttered to myself
'Where did you seee him?"
"Was he ok?"
A bunch of Ritalin Rats scampered around as the largest, scariest man in the room stood and others stood with him. My gut sank to my knee; not this shit again...
" You are all under arres for violating the treaty codes of-
BLAMO!"
Thirty ray guns shot off all at once, the victims's pale faces drained of all color-killed by art. The most common cause of death of all non-killjoys.
I sat back down and finished my meal, it was all a day in the life of a fabulous killjoy