She slowly appeared on the television screen through the static. “Riddle me this, fuckface,” she said, cheshire grin breaking through hundreds of thousands of pixels, the disintegration of American programming into ones and zeros. “What has two legs, a stupid fucking mug, and a hundred thousand volts coursing through their veins?” I tried to open my mouth but the floating pixels pierced through my lips, weaving them shut in high definition. “Uh-oh, too late,” she laughed as the television leapt from the wall towards my head.
Keegan Shepherd 