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Alarmingly Strange Stories Binkle Bunny in Super Electronic by A.R.A. Owen |
| Binkle screwed the back of the cellphone into place and pondered: "I wonder
if they've tested the fire alarm system I installed yet?" It was awful. 130 decibels of sound bellowed out from every loud speaker in the building and there were at least twenty in all. People covered their ears and ran for the doors, blood trickling through their fingers. In the kitchen Ned and Fauna, though somewhat charred, were now seperated. However, Fauna having ever so much more sensitive ears than those of her human counterparts, had passed out on the floor. Ned reached over to pick her up when the kitchen door burst open. Sillouetted against the hallway light stood a huge fireman. "Don't worry people! I'm here now!" Ned suddenly remembered something and everything seemed to slow down as he yelled: "Nooooooo!" The man in the doorway unleashed the fire extinguisher he had pulled from the kitchen wall. Binkle slipped the phone back into its leather case and smiled at the memory of the fire extinguishers he had recently serviced. Ned found himself blasted across the room and the impact slammed all the breath from his body. Fauna landed upside down in a bin, legs kicking frantically in the air. "Oh rabbit you are so dead." thought Ned through the cloud of pain. As Binkle clipped the phone ariel back onto the phone casing, the first ambulance team were just driving off the car park. Binkle walked up to the garage door just as Ned burst through them looking like a casualty of war. He had been burnt by both hot and cold temperatures and he had just recieved light fractures all over his body due to the impact of the fire extinguisher. Binkle made matters much better by asking: "What the fuck happened to you?" Ned shut him right up with a look. "Just give me my fucking mobile you mechanised tit! I'll deal with you later!" He snatched the phone off Binkle and dialled the well used number for the hospital. I'm not saying that Ned was always ringing it, but he didn't even have to look the ten digit number up. There was a brief moment while the phone charged up to make the distance to the network exchange. Then the air turned electric around Neds head, small lines of static electricity could be seen making the hippie look like a novelty Medusa. "NYYYAAAAGGGHHH FFFUUCCKK!!" he mentioned in passing as he foolishly staggered over to a metal bench and touched it. |
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