Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Whilehewaspouringitoverice,heheardanoddnoisecomingfromthebag.Hebackedawayandstaredasitmovedgently,leaningtooneside.

           Whenthebagmovedagain,heletouthisbreathslowlyandbackedup.Herememberedadefangedcobrahehadonceleftinapaperbaginfrontofaslumlordsdoorasawarning.Perhapsthisonewasnotdefanged.Heputhishanduptothetopoftherefrigeratorbehindhimandfeltforhisgun.Hepulleditdownquickly,tookaimandfired.

           Thepaperbagflewoffthecounteragainstthewall.Heduckedbehindthebarandpeeredoveritcautiously,keepingtheguntrainedonthebag.Itlayonthefloor.Verycarefiilly,hewalkedaroundthebarandusedthebarreloftheguntoripopenthetopofthebag.Therehesawthebloodymess,jumpedbackandfiredasecondtime,yelling,"Ishootyouagain,youbastard!"

           Hekickeditafewtimes,butwhenitdidn’tmove,heopeneditandstaredinsideindisbeliefatthetomato-sauce-and-cheesesandwichwithabigholeinit.

           Thenhelaughed.HerealizedthattheheatoftheStromboliinthealuminumfoilhadmadeitmove.Feelingsillyatwastingtworoundsofammunitiononasandwich,heputthebagonthekitchencounter,returnedtheguntothetopoftherefrigeratoranddrankhisvodka.Hepouredanother,tookitwithhimintothelivingroomandturnedonthetelevisionset.Itwasnewstime,andhethoughthemightfindoutwhatdayitwas.Beforethenewswasover,hefellasleep...