The Supercucaracha
The Goubree's was a cliché of seedy bar in a dull film detectives, policemen, drug addicts, alcoholics, criminals, prostitutes. and so on. There were regular customers, among the most pathetic and disgusting was Doug. Doug was a lost boy who was always a porno magazine under his arm and a lot of seeds and rare sorts of herbs in your pockets, always with his sunny cap, unshaven face ... jean overalls wearing the wrong position and a T-shirt worn. His bar favorite place was the bathroom. The Goubree's also was the birthplace of a great generation of cockroaches and the place was warm almost all the time.
- You should not go out alone at this time. You know it's a dangerous neighborhood. At least tell Roy that accompanies you.
- Mama, I'm older I take care of myself! In addition, long ago I broke up with this idiot.
- At least try to return with your legs. You're fertile, it would be nice to come back pregnant. You know, Roy is a great provider, and is "great." In short, it's your life.
Yes, the typical mother-daughter disputes were also grown in the world of cockroaches. The life of a cockroach should not last long, so why not explore a bit. Not everything should be eaten or reproduction must be something else! That's how ... "Cruch" in a sudden syndrome of "Thelma & Louise" ... only without Telma ... or without Louise ... went out into the world.
Cruch did not get very far. A few minutes "human" (humm. .. cucaracho how long one minute?) The appalling figure of a half Cruch tread and bathed in a sort of transparent white limo appeared after a small crack under the bathroom sink of Goubree's. Roy was with Cruch mom because she was worried because they were already too many minutes human absence. Roy y. .. ehm ... Crúchula, looked terrified the terrible state it was in poor Cruch.
- Sorry, dear, but you have to go die somewhere else, who knows how long the ants and other bugs will be eating your corpse - Je, which many human mothers dare not say when their young daughters mess up "
- Bitch! - Cruch said, waving its antennae with disdain (well, actually said nothing. HELLO? COCKROACHES DO NOT SPEAK!)
The Roy was a good guy, or better yet, it was a cockroach. Was with during his last minutes Cruch human life, which took place in a seedy Instead of the small kitchen of the bar where they prepare some snacks to accompany the liquor. Roy wanted to settle in a place closer to the tables, where they say that usually are good remnants of vomit, but the closeness to the bathroom he brought bad memories to Cruch. In any case, Cruch was about to give birth and had no time to get the details.
Crúchula did not know that Roy had been "preparing the eggs" to Cruch humans for many minutes. Well, it was too late to tell. Cruch body had doubled the size of a normal cockroach during her pregnancy. Gradually the body structures were breaking Cruch while envisioned an aberrant creature decorated with the remains of their little brothers. In the end, was only recognizable Cruch a piece of your mind ... because there were the antennas attached. The offspring of Cruch was a true abomination, with their disgusting humanoid features. To walk with its antennae the shadowy figure who cut the body of his beloved, Roy could not help but drop a "OMG!" (Well, not really ...) In that moment everything became clear: that little foot under his belly that human foul was rubbing on the potty was actually an organ of procreation, and thus, their Cruch had been fertilized. .. "By accident? Was this possible? Whatever it was, Roy was determined to care for the hybrid as their own child. The poor Roach
fucked her life all other cockroaches by their appearance and size. He said with bitter contempt "HUMAN!" In a fit of rage killed several of these cockroaches, becoming entitled to a lynching. Young Roach killed all lynch. Now nobody bothered him. With human minutes, the new generation of cockroaches cockroaches and other newcomers were accustomed to him and not only that, but it also took care. So, Roach began to do good works: he brought them food scraps, helped them escape from being walked, was put on line of fire before the insecticide (which was immune). Of course, I could not find a female who wants to be impregnated by him and felt very lonely, often see him out there rubbing their antennae. Then came the inevitable.
- My son, humans have spent many minutes together and have made me happy -
- Thank you, Pa. .. Buahhh! - Roach could not contain ... equivalent expression of sadness to tears -
- My time has come, Roachie ... - Their antennae tenderly caress the humanoid face Roach - ... but first I must tell you the truth about your existence: humans for many minutes, your mother ... blablabla ... - And the story ends PUM! dies.
- I know my biological father!
All cockroaches that lived in the Goubree's history Roache knew: it was an open secret. So feared that come that time. Many cockroaches convened elsewhere to stop it, but it was too late. A deformed cockroach impressive 20 centimeters harassed to such Doug already had put enough seeds to start their psychedelic ritual masturbatory. The bathroom was small, but for the poor Doug was huge and still could not escape that giant bug that seemed to say "Father, father, wait, I am your son!" (Well, actually if he was trying to say something theoretically it could talk, but then, all I did was make a little noise there weirdo). Suddenly, the crack began to sink out a bunch of cockroaches was impressive as a true delirium tremens!
bar's customers meant that someone was beating the poor boy in the bathroom, maybe he had gotten in trouble with some drug dealer or something. Nobody was going to get. Doug was dead of panic rather than an orgy with the girls in their journals, was being besieged by the monstrous insect queen and her army of mutant cockroaches ... or maybe he saw the thing as it was. Until the bathroom door burst open and a mass andante cockroach was beating against the walls and knocked down everything in its path. Everyone screamed in disgust and horror. Some began beating the poor boy with chairs. Doug was too overwhelmed feeling the big cockroach crawling up her body, wanting to reach out to the face. No matter how much or how hard I hit rolled, she could not get this bug off freak. When Roach was able to finally stroking his legs the face of his biological father, Doug walked through the door, terrified. For a bar cliché, a cliché scene: just passed a car and hit him. No human knew of the existence of the supercucaracha, but since then, when a local sign of trouble hygiene, it is said that "should have more cockroaches than Goubree's."
Pd. I think in their Google Reader came out this post three times. Sorry, was that I had to repost because every time I read was drafting errors / spelling.
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