Friday, 11 January 2013

Response 3: Armageddon

I woke up early it must have been 5am and the first person I rang was my producer Marty “what do you mean it’s all over; it’s the end of the world? What are you on about man?!” he barked.” It was no good no matter who I told no one would listen. I felt like Roy Schneider I Jaws! There was only one thing left to escape; my Botox guy booked an appointment for me immediately.
“You want me to increase your lips from 88% to 800%?  The surgeon said with hesitance.
“Yes that’s right, and you must do it now”.
As I walked out of the surgery I began to float to the night sky, I must have been about a thousand feet in the air. “I don’t want to close my eyes…” When the meteor hit, it was all over, not even Bruce Willis could save us.

1 comment:

  1. What a bizarre tale! No doubt someone in Hollywood would choose to spend their final hours in such fashion.