Story #48

"Get back here, ya stupid bitch!" She bolted out the door of her apartment and ran down the street as fast as her three hundred pound calves would take her. Two houses down she had to stop to catch her breath. "Where ya think ya going," a voice behind her asked. Her rubber eyes inflated. "Turn around." She did. She quivered under the shadow of the tub of butter. "Now," it said, "Eat me!" She wiped the tears from her face and nodded her head. She scooped handfuls of his brains into her mouth, promising herself this was the last tub.