Pleading

“Who the hell–cough–are you man–cough,cough–huh?”

I’m the guy who sprayed you with this deadly gas from this deadly can.

“You–cough–are killing me…”

Boyyyyy, but what a smart one you are. Yes it’s the deadly gas that makes you now speak to me. At first I did not hear you, but then after a few sprays of this deadly gas you can actually find the senses to talk to me.

“Why–cough–I must say–cough–cough–why?–I have a hive i must–cough–watch hatch;” (coughing loudly) “baby flys- cough,cough,cough–to look after–cough,cough–Mr?–cough.”

I am my darling’s big old man, she sent me to exterminate you. Believe me, if not for her, my darling, you’d still be flying around.

[Coughing loudly, the slowly but surely dying fly kicks up its legs, and finishes its coughing.] “Poor thing,” the big old man murmured.

Arturo Hernandez 5-2-1995

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