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Planet Terror: prequel
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Dr. Bette Porter and Dr. William Block were in their spacious and modern kitchen on this strange night of nights, doing the things that any happy hetero couple does. The wind outside was cool. The furnace was on, inside, just a little. Their new coffee maker was red, to match their new blender. These things, Bette bought as a distraction, and a way of throwing her husband off the trail of her escape.
“Babe, can you pass me a cup of coffee?” Dr. William Block had, ten years earlier, conceded to allow Bette to keep her maiden name. Now, he was owed at least a fucking cup of coffee in return.
“yes, dear, coming right up.” Bette smiled through gritted teeth. Lately, her jaw had begun to hurt. It could have been from exchanges like this one, or from nights of gritting her teeth.
“Me to.” Their daughter, Amy, held out an empty mug, its rim still coated with chocolate milk.
Bette smiled and relaxed finally. If there was a reason to have married the fucking asshole she called her husband back in medical school, then this was it. It wasn’t their half a million dollar home, nor their swimming pool, nor even the memory of a whirlwind romance that had been semi-interesting, once. No, it was Amy who made this marriage worth living through, if only for one night longer.
Dr. Block flicked on the radio impatiently. He stole a glance at his wife, noting her calm demeanor and glazed look she gave her coffee cup. Then he left the room, and waited.
Within seconds, she was on that bloody fucking Blackberry. He dressed quickly, choosing a dark blue tie for luck. Blue was his lucky color. If he wore a blue tie, then the emergency room would be filled with drunk old men, college kids with alcohol poisoning, and paranoid mothers whose kids coughed a few times too many and needed Tylenol. If he wore anything that was bad luck, and if his house was not just so, and if his fucking wife was having an affair again with that blonde bitch from Texas or whatever the fuck she was from…
Then they would all have a very bad night.
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Dr. Block is a bastard. I haven’t seen the movie (they split it up into two parts here, and only showed the Tarantino half last week, for one week. Everyone says I missed nothing, cos it was apparently “pish.” I’ll reserve judgement.), but I hope Blockhead meets a timely demise. The rabid TiBetter in me demands I say it: poor Tina. There. Duty’s done. Moving on! There gonna be a part 2 of this sequel, hb? Anyway, I haven’t forgotten that you left a cliffhanger last chap, I’m looking for resolution… (a happy one. Well as happy as happy can be in a post-apocalyptic planet filled with zombie ponies.) More soon, thanks!
apologies to the tibetters…i honestly meant nothing by it…*sheepish*…i’m working on that other cliffhanger, no worries…just can’t decide what to do with peggy. lol
Thank you thank you hb!! Now it makes more sense. My god Dr Block was a beast wasn’t he.I hope he got an especially gruesome demise. Too bad about Tina wannit? I am all torn up about that…lol. But, Bette’s daughter!! :( Also, I was wondering what was in the needles? Was Bette an addict,though certainly understandable if she was? Looking forward to more prequel, and don’t forget poor Peggy in pure peril! Oh, and how can the baby be bionic unless she gets bitten too, and it’s just not in good FORM to go around infecting babies, but of course, that is where little zombie pony comes in!! Who else would want to play with it??
It’s true, folks. HB did in fact zombify My Little Pony and it was very special. I’m so blessed to have seen it. I wish she would do that to my fucking EKG teacher, the wishy-washy, equivocating bitch! For the money I’m paying in tuition I should get someone who can answer a fucking question! I should get somebody helps you understand rather than cause confusion with her indecision! I should get somebody who’s prior teaching experience encompased more than bible class! 2 more weeks, 2 more weeks, just 2 more weeks and I’m done with her! Ah hem. You are going to show us the bastard meeting an unpleasant demise aren’t you? Yes, what DO those assorted needles do? They remind me that Al Pacino’s Scarface had a l’il friend that had something to do with shots as well. And let Tina’s fate be a lesson to us all. Your life can depend on regular vehicle maintenance. (By the way hb, I noticed you spell asshole as an unhyphenated compound word.)
Apparently, funny, we have forgotten our manners this morning. It should be, shut your pie hole PLEASE! ha ha
My extra sensitive sensitivity training tells me that possibly funnyone MAY have some kind of issue with her EKG instructor, but I MIGHT be wrong. I think hb should share the photos of my little zombie!! Waiting to hear about those “lil friends.” Plus, why why WHY was my Bette with that monster dude, her husband, not the zombies…
Oh well, at least you spared us the gory details of poor Tina’s demise. Feel free not to exercise such restraint when it’s Dr. Block’s turn.
lol…poor tina, indeed…uhhh, i didn’t explain the little needles hey…well, i’ve f**’ed up and forgotten in subsequent PT chapters that Dr. Porter is in fact, an anthesiologist (a word that i cannot possibly spell properly at this early hour)–why she goes into hysterics when helena gives birth, i dunno, maybe she missed that part during her med school training–anyhoo, the little needles are her little sleepy friends. one takes away the pain, the other, blahblah, i forget, so i’m going to have to look up the script online and fix it in the next story. lol! my little pony indeed…maybe caiohme will have a my little pony
Wow…love this, it makes everything in PT more understandable…Dr. Block is an asshole supreme, truly…pps
Moi? Issues? Why would you say that? Now shut your pie hole and pass me the voodoo doll. No, not the pony,