Gremlin Risitas #038 — Fungus Among Us
[Gremlin crouched on a stack of milk crates, lighter flicking open-shut. The air smells like burnt plastic and old lawsuits. The laugh’s already bubbling up.]
Subject: Omegaverse, still hanging around like mold. Offending Line: “We have to regulate who can write wolfpack fanfic.”
Council Cuts:
- Mrs. Catford: “Imagine dragging your paws to court because someone else’s werewolf sneezed better than yours. 🐾”
- Mr. Catford: (knocks an old paperback off the shelf, pages scatter like fleas.)
- Jerry: “Boss, this isn’t a genre — it’s athlete’s foot with dialogue. Scratch it, spreads worse.”
- The Clown: “HA! Fungus among us! The lawyers are scratching in sync, chorus of the damned!”
Mockery Clip: “Your honor, my Omega howls uniquely. That’s intellectual property.”
Verdict: Athlete’s Foot of the Narrative. Sentence: One tube of antifungal cream and a restraining order from common sense.
[Gremlin lights the smoke, lets out that wheezy Risitas cackle — sharp, echoing down the alley. Then he shuts the lighter, pockets the laugh, and moves on like nothing happened.]
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