She grasped the handle of the coffee mug firmly.

She was GOING IN.

Slowly, she crept off her perch and made her way ever so slowly, in fluffy-footed slippers, to the kitchen.

Almost as soon as her foot hit enemy territory, she knew it was all over.

ABORT, ABORT, ABORT!!

It was then that a light seemed to go on in her head. EVERYTHING was happening in slow motion. The seconds ticked by as she dove INTO the monstrous, carnivorous cloud and reached for the can......

And reaching HIGH INTO THE AIR, she sprayed her final moments.......

*WHIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*

As she felt the energy drain from her body, she realized slowly that the cloud was dissipating, dissipating, dissipating.......

(ever notice how when you say that word more than twice, it stops sounding like a real word?)

She'd won!!!!!! She'd won!! Oh yes, oh yes!!!


Aaaaaaaand then she realized that she was standing there like an idiot breathing in toxic deadly fumes from the bug killer, so she grabbed the first thing she could find: a slightly fugly shirt her mom wore to work earlier.

Mm, J'Adore! I LOVE mommy!!!!!

And then, she realized her fatal error: her study room.

Bounding like an agile antelope (ok, a slightly overweight agile antelope), she covered the few yards in...shut up. It wasn't THAT long.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

HER MATHS! HER PRECIOUS MATHS! SHE COULD NEVER TOUCH IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

FLIES!!! ON HER BOOKS! ON HER WORK!! ON EXERCISE 5E!!!!!!!!!

This time, though, she was ready for them: She grabbed the fly killer still in her hand and depressed the nozzle ONE FINAL TIME.......

*WHIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*

And she stood watching, giggling maniacally as the flies dropped, one by one, and left was she, the LAST ONE STANDING.

For flies, there were many....

But there would EVER only be ONE.......

Queen Sana at 5:54 AM