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Graham Banyon was enjoying a television retrospective, "2012: The Mayans Were Right and Other Crackpot Beliefs", when a tremendous explosion rocked the house. "Damn kids," he muttered. With a weary sigh he rose from his chair and walked to the back door. He looked up at the moon hanging low in the sky. The last orange rays of the sun waned lazily in the west.

"What the hell are you kids doing out there," he half heartedly bellowed at a scarred and slightly smoking tool shed. The shed had a slightly guilty look he thought.

"Just a little experiment in cold fusion, Pop," said the shed amidst a flurry of  childish giggles.

"Cold fusion does not go "BOOM". What are you kids up to?" Graham noticed that several shrubs and a small tree were also smouldering slightly. The tree did not appear to be happy about it's current state of thermal affairs.

"Nothing, Pop," the shed replied, as it shuddered from what appeared to be a smaller secondary explosion, "Um... would you get us some more uranium?"

"Ha," cried Graham, "I knew it wasn't cold fusion. What happened to the uranium I bought you last week?"

"That's yellow cake. We need something fissionable," the shed said as it's battered roof settled an inch lower with a groan.

"Absolutely not. I haven't forgotten what you did to Mrs. McNutts dog last month. By the way, did you manage to get it back?"

The shed paused a reflective moment before replying. "Not all of it." A gale of laughter followed.

"Well... um... play nice," Graham said, remonstrating himself  for a somewhat lacklustre admonishment.

Graham turned and entered his pleasant Cape Cod style home and settled back in his recliner, un-pausing his documentary and took a sip of sweet green iced tea.

He must have dozed off, for when he woke his wall screen was set to a pastoral image of the Jovian system. Europa waned a crescent. Graham knew instinctively that something was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely not right. He bolted for the airlock of his habitation unit.

The small geodesic dome situated among a bed of Venusian squorn worm plants had erupted in raucous laughter. "I close my eyelids for two seconds and you kids have cooked up another mess. What is it this time?"

"Nothing, Pop. Isn't everything okay?" The dome failed to stifle a string of titters.

"Yes, everything is quite okay. That's how I know something is wrong." Graham's current round of logic momentarily baffled him. "Wait a minute. Have you two been messing around with temporal/spatial flux again?"

"What makes you think that, Pop," the dome answered. Gales of laughter poured through the dome's slightly irised portal. "How could we..." Before the dome could finish it's sentence, it quickly blinked out of existence with a nearly  inaudible "pop".

Graham could only imagine that the dome and his two sons within, had been destroyed by a miniature black hole of their own creation. Crushed to death by the tidal forces of the most powerful gravitational field in the universe.

His beloved sons. Gone.

"Well," he mused to himself as he stared into the twilit sky of Mars, "at least it will be quiet around here."
A crushing slice of :pie: !!!
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KindergartenTeacher Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012
Oh my GOD I love this!!! :iconclappingplz::iconclappingplz::iconclappingplz::iconclappingplz::iconclappingplz::iconclappingplz:
FirstSarge Featured By Owner Jan 8, 2013  Professional Writer
Thank you. :D
Rafellin Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012
Oh, you're back on form, aren't you? "The tree did not appear to be happy about it's current state of thermal affairs." rivals Douglas Adams' pot of petunias thinking "Not again." Hilarious genius.
FirstSarge Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Professional Writer

Ha, I didn't think about the Adams connection, but I have to admit on some level it must have been there. He was the best.
kecharagrl Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2012
FirstSarge Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2012  Professional Writer
Thank you. I am blushing. :D
kecharagrl Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2012
All-My-Darkness Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2012
Kids are mighty noisy buggers.

And sticky too.

Left in empty room for 12 hours I have no doubt they would find jelly
and smear it on the walls.

In the case of Mayan kid probably find a couple of decapitated heads too.
FirstSarge Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2012  Professional Writer
All-My-Darkness Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2012

Great to see you again.

Good timing.

Check my journal and get on this fuckers case.


FirstSarge Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2012  Professional Writer
How's this? I placed it on his page. Perhaps I should do an entry as well. I'd beat the shit out of this fuck.

You know, sometimes I use elements of others in my work. I enjoy the dystopic world that was created in the film "Blade Runner" and often place my characters in that world. Rain and malfunctioning neon lights can not be copyrighted, however, I know the source and would feel guilty if I did not pay respects to the creator of that world.

The way I get away with that is a tip of the hat to the creator or source piece. I give credit where do.

You, my felonious little monkey are nothing more than a thief. Don't they cut the hands off thieves in your country. If not, they should. I would recommend yours as the first to go.

Stealing someones physical property is bad enough, but to steal someones intellectual property, the ONLY thing any of us truly owns is deplorable.

As my friend Darkness points out, you Sir are a SHITBAG. I have known many fine people from Turkey and I am sure they would be ashamed of you.

You are a thief in the worst way little girl.
All-My-Darkness Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2012

I think this is perfect.

I hope they lose both hands in a terrible window accident.
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