November 19th, 2007

South Park Lothar

In the belly of the beast.

Lothar Stood in the Hallway. He was angry. Very very angry. He knew he was angry but couldn’t really do anything about it. He couldn’t move. And what is worse was he had a tiny girl inside him. And she was making him do stupid things like not taking off this damn dress or killing anything.

He was still standing in the hallway when he heard two ensigns come around the corner and they were talkin’.

“I heard that in school, once Lothar answered ‘Violence’ for every question on his math test, you know, because for Lothar violence is always the answer”, said one ensign, snickering slightly.

“Yeah, when I heard that if you say ‘nobody’s perfect’ he takes it as a personal insult….”
The Ensign had stopped talking suddenly as the air was stopped in his throat and started to look for alternate routs of escape when Lothar’s hand grabbed the ensign by the neck and held him up to his face to get a better look at him.

“I do” said Lothar. And froze up again.

The Other Ensign heard Lothar’s belly emit a girlish shriek and say “I didn’t do that!!!!!” before he rounded the next corner frantically trying to figure out how he was going to get reassigned to another ship on the other side of the galaxy in the next 3.8 seconds.