Tsetse Fly

or, She Was Helpless Without Her glasses

"How little!", she snickered.

The tsetse tsetse'd in her eye, as a last act of revenge.

She dropped the slide, and staggered, screaming towards the lab door.

The slide shattered, and tsetse, though stunned, got away.

Moral: Don't mess with a fearless fly

DISCLAIMER: All characters portrayed above are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to any human beings, alive, dead, or otherwise (eg, zomboid) is entirely coincidental. There is no trish.

Last updated: 2 Apr 1994

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