jesterbird

The mission was over: a rogue enclave of Terran Reptoids had been terrorizing a nice, normally peaceful suburb in Jersey, refusing to disguise themselves and generally making babies cry, and half of the Twelve had been sent to discreetly annihilate them. Roger was spattered with mud and blood and had a laceration over the back of his hand. He hoped to god he wasn't going to contract some weird reptile-bacteria infection, and wanted nothing more than to shower at a temperature just short of scalding. However, Eight had intercepted him and insisted that he deal with his minor injury first. She led the way, wrapped around his wounded arm, warm b

"You're in a tree, hanging from a vine. Above you is the most delicious strawberry you've ever seen. You want to reach for that strawberry. Now I want you to take a minute to imagine this," said the rabbi. "Imagine that juicy strawberry." "What do strawberries have to do with this whole New Years thing?" Longus murmured, leaning down to reach Don's ear. "That big, red strawberry is just out of your reach—but it's too great a temptation to ignore..." "I dunno," Don whispered. "This is a guest rabbi. Kind of weird." "You reach up, and up, for that strawberry. Below you, where you're not looking, there is a hungry lion. He waits with h