Camille woke up from a deep sleep, surprised to find herself in a hospital bed, and a creepy looking man hovering over her. "What am I doing here?" she queried. "I'm your husband," the man lied. "You fell and hit your head on the dishwasher, so I loaded you into my windowless van and drove you to the hospital." The only true part of his response was that he drove a windowless van. He had kidnapped her earlier that evening, using sweet, sweet ether. Also, they were not in a hospital, they were in his mothers basement.
"What are all these liquids going through a tube and into my arm?" Camille asked. "Um, Kool-Aid", Micah (the creepy guy) replied. "Oh good... I love Kool Aid", said Camille.
While Camille hummed in an over-medicated state of mind, Micah checked her hands to see if they were strong. "This one will be a perfect bass-playing, cookie-cooking slave for my new band..." he thought to himself.
"I wonder why the walls are dancing... I wonder if I can get any brownies around here... I wonder why this hospital smells like old crackers and laundry detergent" Camille thought to herself, with the help of the drugs. Since then, Tiger Fire has kidnapped many people, baked many delicious cookies and played many awesome concerts. The End. Kool Aid, anyone?
1 comment:
Hilarious story! or is it? Anyway, I love it and I think I'm going to go drink some kool-aid now.
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