afraid, very afraid.

Sothantos gives a ripe tomato the once-over, eyeing it suspiciously.
Sothantos says, "Hello, tomato."
Sothantos says, "I really detest you, you know."
Sothantos says, "Your soul belongs to my mule. Not me."
Sothantos says, ".. well, your body, anyway, but that sounded vaguely wrong, so.."
Sothantos coughs softly.
Sothantos says, "Anyway."
Sothantos says, "To eat you, or not to eat you."
Sothantos sucks thoughtfully upon a ripe tomato.
Sothantos says, "Shall I slowly gouge your insides out?"
Sothantos says, "And watch your juices drip to the floor?"
Sothantos ponders the situation.
Sothantos says, "Or.. slice you apart into little pieces, and eat them one by one?"
Sothantos looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Sothantos says, "I cannot decide."
Sothantos says, "Be afraid, tomato, be very afraid."
...
Sothantos quickly devours a ripe tomato.
Sothantos pauses a moment to gather his thoughts.
Sothantos says, ".. well, that was not very dramatic."

posted by paradoxically correct @ 12:04 PM