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Sue stumbles back to Robyn McDaid’s apartment from the peace rally.
While she managed to avoid most of the yellow peril a few globs of paint still found their way into her hair and onto her shoes as evidence by the neon trail that snaked its way from the front door to the couch.
Sue felt a small pang of guilt when she finally noticed the path of mustard coloured footsteps, but fortunately she was quickly able to continue convince herself the luckless Robyn had it coming.
Yellow for yellow and all that.
After flopping down on the couch she withdrew a small baggy from her jacket pocket, stared at its contents, and sighed.
The oregano was sold to her at a rather substantial discount because it was covered in paint, but would it still be good?
It was.
Within seconds her tension melted away, followed by the pain that wracked her body, followed by her inhibitions, and finally her sense of self.
The lingerie of the mundane was cast aside and the full, glorious figure of the universe was Sue’s, or rather the entity which had formerly been Sue, to devour with her eyes.
A beautiful woman with the head of a dog? That couldn’t be right.
A young girl with thick glasses cowering in fear.
Two titans with bodies seemingly composed of pizza who cleave the world in twain.
More visions come but they are even less comprehensible.
Overwhelmed, Sue screams and suddenly finds herself back in Robyn’s apartment on a couch covered in yellow paint.
She had to run two errands that night; first a stop at Club Xtacy for some more oregano, second a trip to the hardware store for more yellow paint.
