Originally Posted by TheGrimReaper
Sean awoke in a pool of sweat and blood; ocher still seeped from a gash on his head.
"Whoa, what happened?"
He recalled and reconstructed the recent events.
"It was those three stooges I hang around with. Thought they were so smart but I recognized their shoes; Julian always wears Nike Airs, Marco loves Avia and Darryl wears Crocs."
He got out of bed, cleaned up and grabbed his Glock, intending to "set things right."
But first he called his weird uncle in the wilds of Canada, to follow up on something.
"Hi uncle Garnabbus, just wondering if you incorporated my work on string theory into your TOE?
"Of course I did, and my theory simply rocks. Too bad nobody gives a shit about me or my theory."
"Why not take a page from the patented American psycho-shooter play book? Kill a lot of strangers then get caught and be sure the media gets your TOE as your manifesto. Fame will follow."
Garnabbus spit out the arctic char he'd been dining on, screamed "Eureka!" but espying a polar bear approaching his igloo he said "Thanks, but I've got to go."
As always when bears aimed to feast upon his eminence he festooned himself in his realistic Yeti costume and exited the igloo, yelling, roaring and waving his arms, chasing the now frightened bear away.
"It's good to be the King" he mused.
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