The Will to Resist

Jerry’s Annotation — Marginalia from the Ankle Biter (Outlet Incident)

You hear the click of the red-pen cap, a rustle of parchment, and the metallic thump of the Dept. of Petty Affairs seal being pressed into the paper. The ink smells faintly of ozone and sarcasm.



Gremlin only wanted to charge his phone. That’s it. Simple, peaceful domestic mission.

“Peaceful.” Bold of you to assume Gremlin knows that word.

But somehow he’s holding a fork, a surge protector, and the blind confidence of a man who’s watched one too many life-hack videos.

Fork + Electricity = instant Darwin nomination.

He squints at the socket like it just insulted his mother.

Add this to ‘phrases that explain why we can’t have nice things.’

“How hard could 120 volts really hit?”

Cue the documentary voice-over: “It was at this moment he realized…”

Three seconds later, he’s learning Morse code from God.

Best line. Don’t touch it. I laughed so hard my coffee blew the fuse.

“I didn’t get shocked—nah. I got updated, sweetheart. My Wi-Fi signal reached enlightenment before I did.”

Upgrade patch includes charisma and burnt eyebrows.

Then, with the smirk of a dad who refuses to admit pain: “Guess you could say I was current on my mistakes.”

Pun detected. Leave it. It hurts exactly enough.

Smoke clears. Hair crispier than gas-station fries.

Smells like victory and expired grease.

Gremlin sips his strawberry milk, stares down the outlet, and says, “Next time, you’re paying the bill.”

The audacity survived the shock. Impressive.

Then that signature El Risitas laugh rolls out—half pain, half triumph, all Gremlin.

Final frame freeze: text appears ‘Don’t try this at home.’ Perfect.


Margin Summary (scribbled sideways in red ink):


Stamped and Filed By: Jerry “ The Ankle Biter ” Silverhand Tribunal Chair · Frontline Negotiator · Glitch Council Liaison


Dept. of Petty Affairs Canon — Approved. No further amendments. Red pen satisfied.