What you ( Zack ) didn't realize was that the remote was not
the actual tf device but a cell phone with the key pad removed and
"Dragon Naturally Speaking " software installed in it.Everytime you
spoke your wishes the software processed your words into what it
* thought * you had saidand phoned off the info to a recieving device hidden behind the bricked over doorway where a automated Babbage
Analytical Potion and Spell gearworks driven bit of arcane Elizabethan machinery clanked and clattered away mixing up potions,
pumping bellows to supply the air to the spell voice musical werkes
and other cool stuff your absent friend the brainer witch supreme
was too lazy to do herself.
Naturally your roomer witch friend hadn't kept the
cell remote fully charged,so the gizmo went into powersaver mode,the
screen went blank and you thought the thing was dead.
Which meant you were stuck with dragons legs,a freak,
possibly forever.
Which meant you were angry as hell pretty soon and said
things you shouldn't have to the dead cell remote
such as
-your lusty lesbian witch friends need for the ultimate
lesbian love affair
-your need for females up close and personal
-your feelings of rage,wimphood,money problems,cowardice
inability to find matches that lasted long enough to
light your cigarettes
-what a cramped filthy apartment this was,how you wished
you could burst out out it,heave the bigheavy ugly copper
planter with the dead tree out the window
-were loud enough to be heard at the fast food joint
-didn't have to pay for exorbitant air fare price increases
The cell remote faithfull transmitted your voiced responses
translated,to the Dr Dee Automaton gizmo behind the bricks,than
went offline as its batteries gave up the ghost
Nothing happened immediately off course,so you went grumbling to your
bedroom,to burn off the rest of the afternoon and evening.
Your lesbian witch friend was the first one to feel the
effects of her machine.
She was hotly panting away on top of her oiled partner,and
the two girls where in the midst of orgasmic joy from rubbing their
private parts when suddenly their squeals of joy turned to
anguished screams of pain as a diabolical force seized the two from their insides and began reshaping them both from the inside out.
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The next morning you awoke and were pleasantly
surprised to discover that your legs were back to human,though a little more feminine you remembered them last time.
Out you went to the shout of the newsboy shouting out
"Extra extra,read all about it.Two monstrously huge female
green crocodiles found dead in motel room,dressed in womens lingerie
and stuffed with the other croc's eggs"
You bought the paper,and kept on walking.