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Chapter 38 : Finger Lickin' Good
May. 27th, 2011 06:55 am
“Damn girl,” fumed Loki Beaker as he paced across the parking lot of the Kentucky Fried Chicken. “She’s never on time.”
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Chapter 35 : Would you know yet more?
Jun. 25th, 2010 03:31 pm
It was quiet in the Beaker household. There had not been any shouting for at least forty-five minutes.
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Chapter 19 : The New Alpha Male
Sep. 10th, 2009 03:05 pm
Nervous Subject opened one eye and looked at the alarm clock. 5:57. He groaned and rolled over, turning his back on the clock, and pulled the covers over his head. He very much wanted to go back to sleep but knew that it would be pointless to even try. In a few minutes Loki would be bellowing down the stairs for Nervous to get his lazy ass out of bed.
Nervous flipped the blankets aside and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He yawned and stretched while he mentally went over his plans for the day. It was going to be the first day of his new exercise regimen. It was all part of his personal transformation. He figured that in order to feel strong he had to be strong. It wouldn’t be enough to simply stand up to Loki’s words, He needed to stand up to him physically. He needed to become the alpha male.
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Chapter 17: A Wind of Change
Aug. 8th, 2009 11:09 pm
When Nervous Subjects woke up, he was face down on the floor, his left cheek resting on the cold stone tiles. He felt like his brain was swimming around inside his head, repeatedly and painfully bumping into the inside of his skull.
Originating from somewhere very near him, Nervous heard a slow drip. It was then that he realized his pants were wet. He hoped desperately that he hadn’t peed himself. A quick sniff of the air was enough to put his mind at ease until he could investigate further.
Chapter 14: Less Human Than a Bookcase
Apr. 2nd, 2009 09:12 pm
The only noise around the Beaker dinner table was the sound of silverware on china. It was a seemingly pleasant family scene like any you might see on a 1950’s TV sitcom. The son, Nervous, was absorbed in inhaling his potatoes while his father, Loki, picked through his piece of salmon, inspecting it for any tiny bones that might have evaded detection during the cooking process. The ever diligent wife and mother, Circe, pushed her green beans around on her plate, deep in thought about what she should prepare for the next evening’s meal.
Or not.
