Chapter 5

Mispackaging Can Be Deadly

"AAAAAH!" Grima screamed.

"AAAAAH!" screamed the...thing in the box.

"AAAAAH!"

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(Getting tired of this yet?)

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"AA-wha? I thought Metrognomes™ only ticked!" said Grima.

"Do I look like a Metrognome™?"

There are four categories of things in boxes: Never Alive, Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.

Guess which this one was.

"What the bloody hell is going on? I was walking around WalMart when I get abducted, stuffed in a box the size of a pea, flipped around, left to rot for a day, and now THIS!"

"Er..."

"And who the bloody hell are you!"

"Um..." The thing took a quick peek outside.

"Shit."

It dived back in...

and came out.

Whatever it was had long wavy blonde hair, laser blue eyes, an angelic white dress, and a chest bigger than Eowyn's.

That was saying something.

Grima just drooled, all thoughts of Metrognomes™ hitting on Eowyn forgotten.

The angelic figure stuffed Grima into the vacated box faster than you could say "oh bugger" and proceeded to drop-kick him out the window.

"I hate doing that."

She removed blue contacts and a long blonde wig and shook out her dress, getting rid of the several socks in the chest area.

"The dressing up, that is."

Now she had long black hair and brownish eyes.

Anira Elena Vendethiel skipped off to wreak havoc.