Good Editor picked up the top page of a manuscript. "Last one? Karma's on my side tonight."
Evil Editor grabbed the page from Good and slammed it onto the desk. "Don't touch that, you'll disturb the microbes."
"But, there's an author somewhere who's bled out his soul to produce what a blind earthworm might term writing." Good pried Evil's fingers away.
"His soul would have been of more use donated to the IRS." Red light shot from Evil's eyes but was deflected by the wholesome glow surrounding Good.
Published on May 17, 2009 07:06