"FWLS12" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"I GET THE POINT already!" I restated. "What not?"

"Well, you die, obviously. Eroki too."

"WHAT?" Eroki exclaimed.

"Any other alternatives?" I hazarded.

"None I can see."

"If I skip town?"

"She'll follow you, probably."

"Change my name?"

"Town hall records."

"Undergo intense plastic surgery and maybe a sex change
operation?"

"She'll have one too."

"Argh."

"Exactly," Benson shrugged.

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

I paused. Eroki paused. Benson paused. There was a
general consensus of pausing.

Benson got up the courage to walk to the door and peer
through the keyhole. "Who's there?" he asked, nervously.

"Candygram," a low voice said.

"Oh, okay. Is it chocolate or--"

"WAIT!" I yelled, but the door was already open. I have GOT
to show Benson some old TV tapes sometime. I duck the precaution
of ducking, and pulling Eroki down with me. Benson merely dived
under the bed.

Lucky for me the couch was there, because a Murfle firing a
blaster from Murflan height is NOT avoided by ducking. The smell
of cheap, charred slipcovers spread through the room at four
parts per million.

"Come out, come out wherever you are!" taunted Sally.