As we got to his buddy’s house he asked me if I wanted to come inside for a minute. I hadn’t seen his friend Mike since they were just kids. Yeah,...I thought. In my mind I was kind of hoping that Mike had turned out as hot as my brother. When the door opened, I wasn’t disappointed. Mike stood about six foot three and was ripped. His hair was long and black, pulled into a pony tail. He didn’t have a shirt on and I could tell that he had been working on his car. His hands were black and he smeared. Ugh.She hated dining with babies. They were always so messy.Next to her, Merton had actually done a halfway respectable job in fancying himself up. He was dressed in proper smart clothes, which had been reformatted into a suit and tie that struck her as understated, but fashionable. The multicolored gemstones in the tie, the golden color of the smart-fibers, the rainbow cufflinks. All quite demure. She nodded subtly to herself, even as Merton adjusted his collar and muttered under his. Then I hear in a little girl’s voice “good intuition bitch” it is so unsettling I immediately look in the direction of the sound and it’s the bloody floor! ‘That can’t be that’s outside the sub the pressure would crush any…’ Bam! The floor burst apart sirens blaring red flashing and on the ceiling was an insect form I had never seen before. It had two sets of large highly articulated legs, no eyes or facial features of any kind, the only way to know which way it’s facing is by the direction of. "How long?" I said."Oh my, I didn't say did I? Three months and two days mister Colson," he said. "But, it looks like you're going to make a full recovery, given a little time of course."I could feel my mouth slowly open and close, like a fish—several times. No words came out. Not at first; then they did."Three months!" I squealed."Yes," he said. "But, as I said..." I—I—I..." Mister Colson, you're going to be fine. Please, just relax today. Tomorrow we will consider allowing a visitor or two of.