A while back I wrote a silly greentext about a certain spoopy cryptid being a gremlin, which I will now inflict upon everyone here, along with some doodles.
>sun was going down as the car pulled in
>a bit of powdery snow that fell earlier blew back and furth
>Leo parked and climbed out, weary from another soul-crushing day of dealing with office politics and IT minutia
>he squinted at the front door
>he could already hear loud music coming out
>and--what's that smell?
>he pinched the bridge of his nose and steeled himself
>he unlocked the front door and steps inside, hanging up his coat
>the first thing that hit him is the smell
>yes, it was what he thought it might be
>Missy had the living room TV going full blast
>it was playing some kind of booga booga boom boom music
>very "urban," he supposed
>there was more trash than usual in the living room
>he noticed beer cans and a pizza box had been added to the scattering of dirty laundry that was there when he left this morning
>Missy was wearing sequined "booty shorts" and shaking her butt at the TV set
>he thought this is called "twerking"
>her weird proportions made it look very odd
>also, she was smoking a blunt
>he stared at the floor, clamping his teeth together
>"Missy."
>she was facing away from the door and didn't seem to notice
>"Missy!"
>she turned to him, a look of surprise on her snoot
>she exhaled an unreasonably large cloud of smoke
>waved and said "Wazzup?"
>"What are you doing?"
>"Keeping it real." She held the blunt out to him. "Want a hit?"
>he shook his head. "When did you start..."
>he waved his hands, pointing at the blunt and the trash, too frustrated to articulate the words
>"I've been watching BET and reconnecting with my African roots."
>"You're from Poughkeepsie, Missy. Just like me."
>"I was stolen from the Motherland!"
>"You were raised by an old Swedish woman named Swanson. You're about as African as I am, unless you've learned something I don't know about where you came from."
>"You don't know my struggles!"
>"We grew up together, Missy."
>"Stop whitesplaining, colonizer!"
>"Can you please not smoke in my house? Where did you even GET that?"
>"This is oppression!"
>"Also, can you please clean up after yourself?"
>"Are you saying I'm making a mess? That's a harmful stereotype! HOW DARE YOU?"
>"I'm just asking you not to make a mess of my house. My boss is coming over to visit tomorrow."
>"Oh, don't try to sugarcoat it! I know what this is really about!"
>"Okay, Missy." He sighed. "What is this about?"
>"You're so racist!"
>"What."
>"It's because I'm black, isn't it?"
>Leo boggled
>and some say he's still boggling todayD:/Linux backup/owner/Downloads/Missy text.png
