Neon Ghost Hand
It was a dark and stormy night, of course. The hunchbacked assistant with the disgusting, bulgy left eye closed the refrigerator door. He laid out all of his supplies on the shiny stainless steel counter in the middle of the laboratory. A tray of thinly sliced turkey sandwich meat, baby swiss cheese wrapped in butcher's paper, artisan 8 grain whole wheat pre-sliced bread, and a large jar of extra eggy mayonnaise. He worked very slowly, very carefully, assembling the perfect sandwich. It was more than just delicious, it was a work of visual art!
When the sandwich was complete, he took his 12 inch, razor sharp, culinary knife and sliced the sandwich diagonally. It was now ready to present to his boss. He limped his way over to the work bench where the one he assisted was busy mixing various chemicals into different beakers using eye droppers.
"All ready for you, sir!"
"You call this a sandwich! Disgusting! When will you learn!"
The boss asked the assistant to improve the sandwich by sprinkling pickle juice over top of the bread. The boss presented the assistant with a large, clear jar filled with translucent green liquid. The assistant reached his hand into the jar to soak his fingers so that he may flick the pickle juice onto the bread. It was not pickle juice. It was some sort of very caustic acid. The assistant screamed as his skin was dissolved, leaving nothing but a glowing, neon purple stained, bony hand.
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