madman

The madman shrieks in domination over his subjugates in the laboratory. Laughter from a bellowing stomach, his paunch quivering in spasms, he delivers glass-shattering tones of laughter into the specimen jar. Frogs and mothballs run amuck, multiplying, scattering until the entirety of the lab is covered in slime. What to do? Who will answer? The madman begins to shriek not in laughter, but now in horror as he suffocates from lack of carbon-dioxide and sulfur. Without pause, the frogs and mothballs have no pity on the madman as his bones are crushed under the expanding pressure of the multiplying frogs.

Soon nearby laboratories, each with their respective rounded-paunch madmen, begin to hear the rumble of intense amphibian pressure on the walls of the former lab. Metal bends, surfaces shed dust, walls shaking in anticipation of some great cataclysmic event. Expecting the sudden ending of their lives, these madmen too shriek in horror, like a Santa Clause falling out of his sleigh above New York City, and they bumble towards the emergency exit. Two, three, four men try and fit through the door, each impeding the process as they all try to cram in. Five, six now press uncontrollably here. A seventh round-belly now exerts powerful force on the six. By now slabs of wall fall from the floor, rebounding off the surfaces. Hot gaseous vapors emit from the seven, igniting in a superheated pressure cooker, boiling the entire room into a witch’s broth. One by one, the madmen cook and melt away, swaying in seeming lava. But one, a spotted leopard that feasts on caribou, makes a dash across a hurricane of intense heat into the emergency exit and, aflame in full, is sprayed down and cooled and rushed to the nearby resuscitative station.

The leopard’s body is burnt to a crisp. The medical personnel are heartbroken, indeed torn in two as they mourn over the loss of such a precious life. Indeed tears turn to hunger, and scalpels turn to forks as they cut open the seared leopard and feast on his flesh, for nothing comes between them and their prey. A feast begins, laughter and singing rings out, a hundred voices song, the ales break open and shower the room with intensity. Each able-bodied man receives his portion among the great tasting cat meat. But not much time passes until a great epidemic is unleashed. Unbeknownst to them, the leopard has knocked over numerous canisters of harmful biological specimens before roasting to death, indeed preserving toxins of penicillin inside. Thus, the medical personnel shriek as jolly, rosy red faces morph into pain ridden death.

Flawless faces dissolve into wrinkled masses of horror. Blood starts dripping from unseen cracks, as they grope and gnaw at themselves, indeed causing more harm than good. Suffer so do they that they claw right through their faces as if dipping their fingers into thick pudding, ripping their skin into portions. But not all is lost, for the emergency containment system activates and sprays yellow foam into the room, instantaneously killing the toxin and alleviating the pain. The personnel resemble zombies as they lie there in fetal positions, and the bubbling madmen above the glass shriek with laughter, laughing at the death and destruction of feeble and trivial lives. Thus the glass-shattering tones emit from their stomachs, releasing the hoards of frogs and mothballs, much like a plague of biblical proportions. Bone crushing death, have mercy on their souls.