jeriendhal | IT Drabble: With Apologies to Tom Smith

Nybbas looked... chastened, Jean reflected. Of course it was difficult not to look chastened when one's feathers (hated or not) are half-burnt away, and you're also missing all of your body hair.

"What did I say about electrolysis?" he asked gently. He was Elohite, he would not, whatever explanation his servitor offered, laugh at his predicament.

"Not my fault, babe, I swear," Nybbas began to babble. "I mean, Marc and I... we we're doing this marvelous plucking scene! I mean, the sheets, the leather, the way he... woah! But I didn't realize it was a water bed, y'know? And there was this lava lamp... and, well, how was I supposed to know he had a cat?"