Fade in.
A decrepit, beat-up trailer somewhere in the back country of Infictive County. Birds chirping. We hear the sound of an adult male smoker's cough, and coffee percolating. The camera slowly zooms in on the trailer, and we switch to an inside view, panning past several large aquariums full of ...what?
Fist size globs of jelly. These are tick eggs smuggled in by operation SHAWN.
Sorror Fly swallows a few Topamax pills to ease the pressure. He has begun to enjoy the strange imagery that accompanies the pain, well at least when the Topamax kicks in.
Cracking an egg, he whips in into a batter and lines a pie dish. Placing a few chunks of some sort of rot translucent flesh in the sticky goo and covers it with the pie batter.
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"Freelance Arachnofetishists" by Phil Lectrum
