[scene: a frying pan, with an unbroken egg resting on it.]

This is your brain.

[scene: a hand reaches into the scene, picks up the egg and
cracks it against the edges of the frying pan.  The albumen 
runs out the cracks, and after a moment the yoke peeks out.]

This is your brain on the Blood of Malkav.

[Gravity pulls the mass downward, briefly, before it senses 
the hand holding the shell.  It lunges upward, climbing the 
warm, inviting, blood-filled flesh.]

[The hand jerks out of frame.  Off-screen, there are screams 
of panic and pain.]

[The rocking of the discarded shell-halves and the screaming 
wind down as the public service announcement fades to black.]


-Vis Sierra
<vis@jps.net>
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