VERBOSE • batcave, bc • 2003.04.13
An electric system formed by arrays of nervous tissue balances within a vat of bodily fluids, contained by a thin crusty skull wrapped in pale skin, atop a six foot primate, standing before the door to a toilet.
“Don't use it- it's out of order,” slight vibrations pour from an oral cavity, flowing through the invisible gas filled room.
“I plugged it with an oversized dig.”
“Well then unplug it,” the obvious solution emerges.
“Ah hah- wise.” A slight pause, as eyeballs scan the bathroom. “But ugh... do we have a plunger?”
“Check the toilet downstairs.”
Thump thump thump- footsteps fade down the stairwell. Some muffled banging is followed shortly by a return up the stairs with a black plunger in hand. The bathroom door slams, giving way to furious sloshing and carnal grunting. A flush of the toilet lacks the final bubbling coughs, diminishing into disappointing silence.
A comtemplative sigh.
Then the door clicks open, thumps back down the stairwell, and a long silence builds suspense. Some banging shakes the house, as the front door slams downstairs. Thumping back up the stairs, and through the corridor, a large tree branch bearing biped vanishes into the bathroom in a quick blur. A slam of the door, and it's locked.
Crack, splash, grunt, flush.
The sound of a window being flung open is followed by snapping foliage. Then a fair skinned creature wearing short puffy hair emerges through the bathroom door weilding a shorter lathed stick with a cup of rubber attached to the end, as the toilet chokes down it's final gulp.
"I just had to use a stick to break the dig. Now where should we keep this plunger?"