Saturday, January 16, 2010

Don't Be Silly, Documents Aren't Alive

by Robert Gryfft

"Ari Collins, you are charged with the premeditated creation and distribution of nanofiction. How do you plead?"

Ari closed his eyes.

Then leapt atop his chair.

By the time they realized what he was doing, it was too late. His pants were off.

"SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS MOTHERFUCKER!" he screamed, dripping, as they took him away.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

... Eew. But FREEDOM!