Delivery Guy

Well Doc, it all started last weekend. Frank and I, we were delivering snacks and soda pop to the Convention Center and loading the machines there, when piff!. Well, it weren't really a sound, more like a pressure, like when you're in a plane or going over the mountains. Well piff! it went and Frank was gone. Instead, there was this big, busty woman in Frank's clothes, or something like Frank's clothes, because they fit her you see. And she was all over me in an instant, saying how she'd alway wanted me, and how I should call her Francine. Scared the ever-loving bejeezus out of me. Now, don't mistake me, she was hot and all, but she was Frank about fifteen seconds before. And that just ain't right. I lit out of there pretty quick.

If I thought it was any better away from the snack room, I thought wrong. Things were even more peculiar. People were rushing about in a panic, running into things, knocking one another over. And not all the people were quite people, if you know what I mean. There were animals and alien things too. They all had the same notion I did, to get the Hell outta Dodge.