“Here’s Tilden St.”  Jeanie hooked a right on the one-way street.  “And there’s the Laugh Shack.  Terrific, the main entrance is sealed off.”

“But look, not the back entrance.”  Sam pointed out.  “We gotta go in my clothes and wallet should be in there.”

“Before you even think about it, if you make a ‘rear entry’ joke, I’ll leave you for the cops.”

“If I could even think of a ‘rear entry’ joke right now, I’d say tonight was worth everything.”  Sam began scratching the area around his left shin.  “Man my shin itches; has ever since I woke up in that room.”

“Scratch it later, now lets go in and get your stuff without causing more of a scene.”  Jeanie commanded as they headed for the back entrance.

“How’d you know where I was at, anyway?”  Sam asked a few feet from the entrance.

“Seriously?”  She stopped in her tracks.  “You called me all drunk and talking about how your back was on fire and---and….”

“And what?”  Sam asked.

“You said you needed to put it out, so you could bed a cougar at the hotel.”  Jeanie sighed.

“Well at least I had the cougar part right.”  Sam shrugged his shoulders.

They continued on towards the rear entrance of the comedy club.  One of the tech guys who was preparing to leave and put this long night behind him was face to face with tonight’s disturbance.

The poor tech guy became so nervous he started to hyperventilate.

“Okay, calm down.  I just wanna know where I left my clothes.”  Sam said.

“Cl-Cl-Clothes.  You-ya didn’t have anything on when you came in here sir.”  The techie stammered.  “I’ve lo-looked over the security tapes fi-five times.”

“Can you show us the security tapes without anybody knowing.”  Jeanie tried to use her everlasting charm, but it was a wasted effort, the guard had already acquiesced out of fear.

“Y-Yes I can.”  He walked them over towards his laptop keeping a cautious eye on Horry.

“What are you so afraid of?”  Sam asked

“You-you...whatever you are!”  The techie cowered.  

“Was my back on fire?”  Sam held a quizzical look.  “People keep trippin’ over that and I was…”

“YES!  IT WAS!”   The techie cued the footage on his laptop.  “LOOK!”

<_*_>

Remember when I talked about me may or may not being the vessel that brings Armageddon about?

Well...turns out that wasn’t an exaggeration.

<_*_>

[Cue video footage]

It’s ameteur night here at the Laugh Shack, and comedienne, Sara Leigh (not that Sara Lee, but you have to admit it is a pretty crazy coincidence)  was just going into her set, when the crowd gasped at the sight of a naked--if well endowed--muscular black man stumbled onto the stage, pushing Sara off.

Thinking it was part of the act, the crowd sat and watched the stage intently.

“I was strippin’--I was--I was--I was strippin’ up da street, and I'ma hurry up cuz I gotta bed this cougar. Fo’ mah talent akt, Ah’m gunna---ah’m gunna show y’all sumthin’.... gunna freek you out.

Sam’s eyes rolled towards the back of his head, as the temperature in the room dropped to nearly freezing levels.  When his eyes appeared they radiated an indigo glow, as wings of indigo fire grew from his back.

“I...am Daishi.  Behold as I bring the purity of oblivion to your world…”

At this sight, the gathered audience errupted into a screaming panicked, frenzied mass of chaotic humanity..  

[End video footage]

“My back really was on fire, eh?”  Sam smiled sheepishly.

“Is this the only security footage?”  Jeanie asked hovering over the laptop.

“Yeah its all I ha--HEY!”

Jeanie and Sam rushed out with the techie’s laptop.

To Be Continued....

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