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Edited on Fri Apr-23-04 03:00 PM by Ready4Change
Ready4Change slams the door shut. "The Jehovahs! They've tracked me down at last! I must escape!"
(dramatic music starts.)
Ready4Change runs to his back door "Aaiiiiieeeee!" Televangelists fill the backyard, running like rabid pumas towards the door. Ready4Change locks that door, then runs down into the basement.
"Yarhhhgg!" gurgle the Evangelical Christian zombies as they rip through the basement floor. "Have yoooooo acceptedsss the llloooord Jesssssussss asssss yoooor perssssonalll..."
Ready4Change scrambles back up the basement steps, locking the stairway door at the top, then continues up the steps to the second floor. He looks out the bedroom window.
The yard around his house is a nightmare. Tents of redemption and healing are being pitched. Stages have been raised, with harpers selling snake oil and thumping bibles. People with crosses around their necks and vacant eyes stumble forward, promising to grant salvation with their torches and their pitch forks.
Ready4Change climbs out the window, grabs the rain gutter and lifts himself onto the roof. "Help! Help"
In the distance is the faint thump of helicopter blades...
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