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

Wait...

Alright. Inspiration! I just love these sudden burst of
creativity.

"Sally darling!" I shouted. "So NICE to see you!"

"Fluki!" Sally shouted, overjoyed. Eroki quickly scrambled
to the other side of the couch as the Murfle raced towards me,
arms open. Hug hug, kiss kiss. Bit of lint there. "So nice to
see you too."

"Say, dear, that's a NEAT blaster. Can I see it?"

"Oh no you don't!" Sally laughed. "You won't trick meee!"

"Aww, pleeease?"

"Nope!"

"Even for your... ah... honey buns?"

"Honey buns?" Eroki whispered to herself, more or less in
disgust.

"Well... alright, but just for yooooou, sweetypie!" she
said, handing over the blaster. I dialed it to STUN setting.

"Thanks," I grinned. "Luv ya."

ZAP. Sally was knocked across the room, impacting against
Benson's computer table. A joystick and CD2 player fell off, but
there was no other damage.

"You killed her!" Eroki said, horrified.

"Naah, just a stun. Killing's bad karma, remember?" I said,
attempting one of those ancient western gun-spin and holster
things. I ended up burning a small hole in the floor.

"Awww, man..." Benson whined, crawling out from under the
bed. "And I just had it covered... my poor sofa..."

"We'll throw it a funeral later," I said. "Where's yer
phone?"

*

The fuzz showed up a few minutes later, gleeful to snatch up