ADVICE?
by TraceCAT98
Sitting at his table, in his BOXERS, he couldn't help but think that maybe, this time, he was actually losing his ever loving mind!!
There was no way that he had just seen what he thought he had seen. *Was it even possible for something like that to happen?* he asked himself for the hundredth time. And, for the hundredth time, he came up blank.
Maybe all he needed was a break. Some time away from it all. Maybe a week on the beach, in the sun, would cure his troubles and problems.
But, as he stood, and crossed the room, he knew that it wasn't that easy. Stopping in front of the WINDOW and gazing out, he inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes. He tried to mentally transport himself to another place. A place of peace, tranquility, and far from Section, or any reference to it. But, to no avail.
The sounds of the city and the blasting of a car horn jerked him back to reality, with a vengeance. Opening his eyes, he turned, and gazed over his shoulder. To his dismay, it was still there, and it was even looking back at him.
Resigning himself that he had finally flipped his lid, Joel walked over to the table, and took a seat.
'Okay,' it said, 'I think the next episode should open up with this major CONSPIRACY angle. Then, it should move into some really great mission action, topped off with Michael and Nikita and the WMS thing.'
Joel, shaking his head, reached across the table, and grabbed the Mountain DEW from it. Then, taking the DEW, he twisted off the lid, and placed it to his lips. Then, tipping the bottle, he took a long, slow drink. Placing the lid back on the bottle, he calmly set it down on the tabletop.
'Now listen here,' he began, shaking his finger at it, 'I will run my show on my terms, and I would thank you to keep your little nose out of it!!' Then, standing, Joel stormed out across the floor and down the hallway to his bedroom.
After a few moments of silence, it picked up the bottle of dew that Joel had left behind, and took a drink.
'My opinion,' the BUNNY said to no one in particular, 'he needs to cut back on the dew intake.'
The End