Sunday, August 17, 2008

We're Doomed 2

Flash Attack

Evil Editor sat at his The New Yorker desk mocking genre fiction on his hobby blog, when several strange girls entered his office. He was new to Manhattan and didn't worry about the extra eye each had. Captain Kierstental4robinsarah3 placed a monograph onto Evil's desk.

Evil Editor looked at the title, Collected Wisdom of Ten Thousand Planets, and laughed. “I don't do Sci Fi.” He looked up and they were gone. [Ed. note: genre readers, please add: And so was most of Manhattan.]

--Bill H.

5 comments:

Julie Weathers said...

*snickers* Love the names.

Dave F. said...

...new to Manhattan and didn't worry about the extra eyes

Manhattan isn't that bad, well except for that big hairy guy in the white tutu who dances across 42nd street on point each night at midnight...

fairyhedgehog said...

"He was new to Manhattan and didn't worry about the extra eye each had." Hysterical!

Robin S. said...

Damn, Bill. You're on a roll.

The New Yorker, huh? That explains a lot.

Whirlochre said...

Short and sweet — yet also like a single long punchline.