I go into Erni's bathroom, and pull back the curtain. I am hissed at by mildew that only could be duplicated by Jim Henson's Creature Factory. Suddenly my rage has a focus. I have witnessed Erni's mildew before. It's been discussed. Erni blithely claims to have no control over it. But today...it was going to die. I grabbed the bottle of high test mildew cleaner, and the scrubber. I told that mildew that it was going straight to Hell. I enjoyed it's dying screams. It occured to me that this must be a taste of how it feels to give into the Dark Side. It felt pretty damned good.
Fear leads to Anger (I'm afraid I can't pay my bills. And I'm really afraid to let this shower curtain touch my nekkid body.)
Anger leads to Hate (I hate that bank, and right now I really *really* hate mildew. Black...nasty...mildew)
Hate leads to Suffering (DIE MILDEW DIE! MUWAHAHAHAHA DIIIEEEE)
And of course...like most who tap into the Dark Side, I suffer. Thanks to the fumes of Scrubbing Bubbles, I may just be getting a throat infection. But ahh...the mildew is dead...
There was a gem in her comments too:
tripartite I sense much fear in you. *laughs*
teague That was some nasty mildew! It tried to take my lunch money! (I think it might have actually been on Ernesto's lease..)