"Untitled", submitted by JC Boyle

Submitted by JC Boyle, GA- "Untitled"

From:Sometime in 1998

Characters: JC, Saddam Hussein, Alan Geyer (friend from school)

Saddam Hussein was JC's houseguest and stayed in the guest room, which in real life has too much junk to sleep in. His dream opened when Saddam had been staying at his house for a while, and JC guessed he'd stayed past his welcome or something. This was about the time when he flushed his children down the toilet.

This was one of those odd dream things where you don't see yourself doing it but you know you did it. So I don't know how they got small enough to fit inside the bowl, but they did, and he felt dignified or something like that. Then JC walked over to the window (he was upstairs at this point) and saw Alan walking on the street. He hopped out of the window and asked him for his help to kill Saddam Hussein. Alan didn't have a chance to answer before he exploded. Whoops. Wonder how that happened. JC frantically ran to the house of his redneck neighbor and got inside. He ask him for his gun, but he never managed to get it. He then walked back to his house and went inside and saw Saddam sitting at the kitchen table with two pistols in front of him and several soup cans in between them. He slid one across the table to JC.

"I've got chicken noodle. What's in your soup can?" he said, then he laughed like a cross between a Frenchman and the Cookie Monster. Here JC had an insight of sorts and, as Saddam was looking at his soup can, JC picked up one of the pistols from the table and shot wildly.

POW! POW! POW! POW POW! POW!
He fired off six shots in rapid succession, and they all missed his nemesis. Saddam looked shocked, and picked up the other pistol. JC only had one chance before he died and that was....the microwave! He grabbed it, ripped it out of the wall, and smashed it down on Saddam's head. Saddam looked surprised. Then, the door flopping wildly for some reason, he turned it on(The microwave, not Saddam Hussein, you pervert). The microwave miraculously worked without being plugged in and Saddam's head melted. Victory was his.

Used with permission from Kalin 's website. Comments are his.