Fiction


04 October 2007

Paramount Maul


Something unusual happened outside the Paramount Mall the other day: a bear wandered out into civilization. He, and he obviously was a he, was both gnarly and grisly. The passersby were initially alarmed by Bear’s spectacular entrance but continued about their individual strolls as Bear, seeming perfectly harmless, collapsed into a comfortable flump on the sun-warmed sidewalk. A few moments later a purple pantsuit-wearing woman pushing a baby stroller exited Starbucks. Inside the crib was an ugly child of about six months with bright orange hair. The woman’s other child, around the age of six and wearing olive overalls, sipped from her kid-size iced coffee. Her curious eyes immediately noticed Bear. She tugged on mommy’s arm but mommy did not flinch (for she was engaged in gossipy conversation on her cell phone) so the girl stuck her tongue out at Bear. Well, Bear is not one to be mocked so he returned the rude gesture with his enormous pink tongue. The girl laughed. Bear did too then rolled over onto his back to stretch. The mommy’s meaningless babble began to irk Bear so he picked up the toddler from the stroller and crossed the street towards the Paramount Mall.

Outside the mall a waif sat begging for change. Bear didn’t have any change because he is, after all, a bear. Bear had no intention of hurting the baby so he carefully dropped the child, unharmed, but moist with drool, in a nearby trash receptacle, then headed into the mall to shop the sales. Bear garnered suspicious looks from a security guard who was curious as to why Bear used the regular door and not the rotating glass door as the sign clearly instructs patrons to do. He didn’t bother to say anything though since it is common knowledge that bears do not listen.

Bear clambered through the mall for a while then decided to apply for a job at Express for Men. Sadly Bear was denied because the manager, Mr. Rick, felt Bear didn’t have The Look. The manager suggested that Bear try American Eagle. Well, hearing the word “eagle” made bear hungry as he recalled he had not eaten anything or anyone yet that day. Bear grabbed a quick bite at the bar at Illegal Seafood then headed down to American Eagle to fill out an application. Despite the obstacles on the application, Bear managed to fill it out entirely (though he secretly hopped they wouldn’t call his previous employer for a reference.) Bear was told to come back the next day to begin work but to make sure that he dressed like he works at American Eagle.

The next day Bear returned wearing a shirt that said, “I’m kind of a big deal.” Bear was an immediate hit with both the staff and the customers. The girls were particularly impressed with his irreverent wit and casual sense of apathy. After work Bear was invited out for a drink with his new coworkers. Bear went because he had developed a crush on his trainer, Dakota, and was hoping to go into hibernation with her sooner rather than later. But after a few too many drinks things got a little rowdy after some guy in a striped shirt told Bear to simmer down. Bear didn’t like that. Nope not one bit. Bear got up and approached striped shirt, who pushed Bear. Bear pushed back. Bear’s coworkers tried to hold him back but it was rather difficult since Bear was being taunted to “bring it on Yogi!” Bear finally snapped. He charged at the guy in the striped shirt and began scratching and tearing him to shreds. The bouncers tried to stop Bear but he mauled them too because he’s a fucking bear.

12 August 2006

Musings from a Cobra Commander


Here goes. I’m not sure how this whole blog thing works, but my therapist, Dr. Mindbender, said it could help me vent my frustrations. Apparently it’s therapeutic.

My name is Cobra Commander. I am the supreme ruler of COBRA, “a ruthless, terrorist organization determined to rule the world”. At least that’s how the Joes put it anyway. We really aren’t ruthless at all. Sure we’re a terrorist organization but who isn’t this day in age? The job market is thriving and there is an awful high demand for those in my line of work. COBRA is as legitimate a corporation as Enron or Halliburton or Blackwater. The truth is that the Bush Administration has really hurt COBRA. Since 2001 we have lost nearly 30% of our work force, had to cut benefits for part-time employees, and we no longer have the annual COBRA picnic at the Terrordrome. Times are tough. Thankfully my trustful business associates, Xamot and Tomax, of COBRA’s dummy-front corporation, Extensive Enterprises, have been understanding. They should be. Without illegal arms dealing all their company has is home phone and dial-up internet service. I mean come on guys, get with the times.

Morale is also down, which was expected. We did just cancel the dental plan. And believe you me when I say that some of those Stratovipers could use a checkup. Even The Baroness is down in the dumps lately. We don’t talk much these days and she never comes around. I think I made things really awkward when I confessed my true love to her. Then I made things even more awkward by saying how awkward it was. Never acknowledge the awkwardness. I just don’t understand why she denies her true feelings. I mean it so obvi. I’m the supreme ruler of COBRA, she’s the only woman around that’s not related to that inbreed Zartan. We work late hours all the time, and international terrorism is sexy as hell. And did I mention that I’m the SUPREME MOTHERFUCKING RULER OF COBRA!? Hellz yeah! Anyway. I’m sick of her flashing her shit around like she’s, well hot shit. I’ll just keep her busy. After all, I’m still her boss. She has to do what I say. Take tonight for instance: I’ve got this investor in town from Scotland, James McCullen Destro XXIV somethingorother. He’s loaded and thinking about investing in COBRA; not to mention ugly as sin. His head is metal. Metal! I might wear a faceplate but at least I can take it off. Destro’s head is vacuum-sealed up in there, like the metal casing around the eraser of a number two pencil. Regardless of his deformities, I think this Destro cat could be a valuable asssssset to COBRA. I told the Baroness to do whatever is necessary to make sure that by the end of the day we have Destro’s full support. And his money. Baroness is an obedient lackey, she’ll do what’s good for COBRA. Whatever that entails. I told her to get Destro’s money by any means necessary. Any means necessary. Even if that means she has to jump old chrome dome’s bones, which would be uber gross.

As soon as this Destro dude is a done deal COBRA is going to strike and strike hard. This time, G.I. Joe won’t be able to stop us. COBRA!!!

-Cobra Commander