The impertinent wench is shouting something at him, but he can’t hear it over the sound of the rushing blood pulsing through his mind in time with his throbbing arm. He starts to tell her about his amazing tractor-tongue idea, but his explanation is interrupted when an annoyed brunette slaps him across the face. The increased focus brings with it a recognition of Wilma and an understanding that she’s using her empathy to calm him. He realizes that an attractive redhead with rainbow earrings is trying to tug him away from his cleaning, and this encourages more of his attention to swivel her way. His attention wavers between continuing the installation of the power converter and mentally sketching out the schematics for a head-mounted tractor-tongue of doom.įred’s attention is split a third way when he feels his real tongue slow in its cursing of his arm while a strange peace settles over him. Maybe it isn’t useless after all! A part of him salivates at the thought Fred’s inner gecko has always been jealous of frogs and their marvelous tongues. Though now that he thinks about it, snagging flies would be within the power of that pathetically weak tractor beam he’d cooked up last week. Won’t do to leave it there and attract flies to mar their triumphant success, after all. Still, he reaches enthusiastically for a roll of paper towel to start cleaning it off. Fortunately, there isn’t anything particularly sensitive along the bottom of the devise, so the splatter of blood and snagged bits of flesh won’t interfere with the glorious conversion of power. Once his arm is out of the way, he pushes the lever to resume lifting the magnificent devise off the workbench, ignoring his own cursing while carefully aligning the devise with the large scanning unit that Tim is already preparing to bolt it into.
He quickly reverses the lift and frees himself. Now that he’s focused, he can even hear the sickening sound of snapping bones as the devise and his forearm rise into the air. He snaps his head around to determine what has interfaced with his pain receptors and sees that he’s negligently left his right arm in the way of the lift. His laughter and leering, however, are shortly interrupted by the sound of his own scream. Tim disconnects the test equipment from the power converter they’ve just finished while Fred rolls a hydraulic lift into position under the devise.īetty and Wilma shake their heads and continue down the hall, and Fred’s slightly deranged gaze follows them while he absentmindedly activates the lift. “Soon,” shout Fred and Tim in unison, “Jessie will be invincible!” They descend into mad cackling as a green indicator light flashes. “They’re on task they’re just dricking around a little. “No,” Betty says with a sigh while the two young men turn to each other with maniacal grins. B.’s resources on your own stuff again? You know what happened last time…” “If anybody is going to be made invincible,” says Wilma, “it’s going to be Jessica. Betty and Wilma happen to be walking past the lab at the same time, and they pause to roll their eyes at their coworkers. “Soon, we’ll be invincible!” Fred and his partner Tim pronounce simultaneously while the devise they’re monitoring hums to life.
Chronicles of Fred, Part 2 The Freddening by Kettlekorn Chapter 1: Drick Drolled
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