The tennis ball can filled with marbles was heavy in Sine's hand, sweat running down her face as she gently put her hand on the gem, said gem barely fitting in one hand. Careful...careful...
Sine slash-slid the exotic gem off its pedestal and replaced it with the weighted tennis ball can, holding her breath as she waited...waited...
Silence. She'd done it. Holding up the blue ruby, Sine smiled brilliantly, a glean in her eyes.
Then the gem turned into a basketball.
"...THE FUCK?!" Sine cursed, and in her surprise, dropped the ball. It bounced onto the floor, and Sine heard the dull click of a switch before the floors gave out from under her.
"SON OF A BITTTTTTTCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!" Sine yelled as she vanished into the darkness.
Widow Maker, wearing a backwards baseball cap and holding a Game Brute Color and a box of Oreo O's: C'MON, SINE! YOU GOT TO MOVE IT MOVE IT! PUMP UP THE JAM!
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"And that's why you always bring an exact copy of the gem that's actually worth more than the one you're stealing. This has been a free tip from my new book: David Wulf's horrible financial secrets"
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