Gazzy is depressed ch 6
Revenge is a dish best served without the TV showing a blond clone and a were-wolf making out in front of the cops.
I could hear shrieks from the lobby. I prepared one last ingredient in my super-duper-sandwich-of-doom before having a look at the security screens.
What I saw changed my life forever.
I can't tell you what I saw. You'd need a brain-scrub too.
What I can tell you is that it was gory, explicit, and involved more swears of "Poop!" being heard.
I opened up the vacuum chamber. Gazzy was trying to hold in his gas in one corner while the flock were scrabbling at the walls on the other side. I'm glad I duct-taped their hands to their sides.
'Oh, Gazzy!' I called. He succeeded in holding off the ghastly green menace long enough to stare hungrily at the salami sandwich I was holding. I'd ground a light laxative into it so he'd fart more.
He rushed over and I held out the sandwich. 'Just for you,' I nodded, and took off the duct-tape that was covering his mouth. He took in a big breath and I fed him sandwich.
'Thanks, Max, I was getting kinda hungry,' he said. When he was done, I re-taped his mouth and left as fast as possible.
I heard a small pop as I got out the door. Gazzy was literally going pink from the strain of holding in his inner demons. So I blew the flock a kiss and a wicked grin of evil before shutting the door.
The great thing about this about this place is that once the atmosphere is adjusted, you can seal it off from the outside! Air-tight!
The fresh air started to leave the room. I could tell from seeing the flock swallowing and stuff that they were trying to get their ears to adjust to the pressure.
I also saw Angel staggering about. I laughed at the sight of my little mind-reader looning about like she was drunk. Hmm… would beer have made any difference to his gas?
Probably, but it was too late now.
I made sure it wasn't a complete vacuum, more like flying way too high. I'd tried that with Fang once, just to see how high we could go. I found out it's like a cheap overdose of valium.
In the end, I think that it was us trying to sleep off our silliness that caused my stupid dream that Angel shared that depressed Gazzy that caused me to go and get revenge that caused this stupid adventure in the first place.
I looked back at the security camera. There were Ari and Maya, still making out in the intestines of police, and there was an idiot with a video camera. He asked them if they could stop making out for a moment before talking about something else.
Maya found some cardboard and wrote on it in blood.
(The following message has been decoded from Blond to plain English):
We're gonna be R18 Horror Movie stars!
I facepalmed.
Over the announcement system, I tried to talk some sense into the senseless. 'Maya, try for just M rating please: because neither of you guys are eighteen yet!' I screamed at them.