Cat Killer

In Atta's perfect handwriting: Slim called. - A

I don't feel like calling Slim, the owner of Weapon Mods, back.

I feel like holding my head between my fists and blowing little rivulets across my coffee. Rivulets isn't the right word, but I'm not worried about that right now, because I'm blowing them across my coffee.

Slim called because the post about Pellegrino was supposed to be funny but came off as crass and mean.

Slim called because we're getting so many calls about dogfighting that he's starting to hear about it. I think I'm on some watchdog list now. No pun intended.

Interestingly, no one read "Dogfight" and sent stuff about the preservation of reptiles. So I guess they're just reading the title. Reading the title and then seeing the actual dogfights outside the building on Thornebell and putting two and two together.

I was just kidding about that last part.

I wonder if the makers of Baby Bullet get letters about the repulsiveness of a product designed to only kill babies. Atta tells me that's not what it is. She tells me it's some sort of blender. A blender for babies? Good lord.

I'm tired and my head hurts and the coffee doesn't seem to be doing what I think it should be doing.

Here's what I'm thinking about: why doesn't anyone ever ask The Incredible Hulk to do little odd jobs?

Whenever I have to carry stuff around I always end up fantasizing about calling my friend, Hulk, and asking if he's busy.

I also think about Hulk when I'm in a parking lot.

I always thought it would be funny for Bruce Banner to watch someone from the Avengers go into a supermarket, and while they're in there he'd Hulk out and move their car somewhere else.

I just think that would be a gas.

Now that I'm thinking about it, that seems like it'd be more up the Thing's alley.

But if Hawkeye came out of the store carrying a bunch of bags and looking for his car, he'd just see Thing and know it was him.

Whereas Hulk could just Bruce on down and walk away.

I'm going for a walk.




Slim called again. - A