| You brush past a spider
web. Only it's not a spider web. It's a thread -- and it unfastens
a bag over your head. The bag opens and clouds of dust rain down
upon you.
"What the -- " you start to say. Then you start hacking and wheezing. You fall to your knees, trying to stop coughing long enough to breathe. Your arms flail, and you feel a vial in your hands. You pop the cork and down the contents. Instantly, the liquid soothes and lubricates your throat. You stop coughing and can breathe again. As the dust clears, you see that the vial is the poison. However, now you read the fine print, which says that the expiration date was yesterday. "Lucky lucky me," you say. |