PubicLicezilla: A Modern Moralistic Parable
12 years ago, a shipA Thai prostitute stowed away in the cargo hold, in search of a better life abroad. She had crabs.
Unbeknownst to her, the ship was transporting illegal radioactive waste. Unbeknownst to the crew, they had a stowaway. With crabs. You know how these things go.
Present day New YorkA faithful man discovers that he has crabs and accuses his wife of being unfaithful. His wife protests her innocence and says that she has no idea how she got crabs. Seriously, what the fuck? This will soon be the least of their troubles, as in the midst of their argument, a shadow looms over their apartment. They turn around in unison to gaze out of the window. What they saw filled them with horror.
It was PubicLicezilla! The Radioactive Sexually Transmitted Horror From Hell! Immediately, the amazing gigantic louse started causing havoc with the minions that always preceded it.
Like any self-respecting gigantic monster, it shot frikkin laserbeams as well.
Nobody, not even the politicians, knew what to do about the awesome creature.
They decided to send in the most godawful creature ever to plague the fucking planet. Yes, they sent in Godzilla.
To no avail.
AftermathSoon, the entire city was in ruins, and everyone had crabs. PubicLicezilla disappeared back into the deeps from whence he came, leaving the citizens of New York devastated and grieving, wondering what they could learn from this most perilous and itchy period in the history of the city. The moral of the story, of course, was simple. Never stow away on a ship carrying illegal radioactive waste if you have crabs.
Oh, and don't have sex with prostitutes.
This story was born in the middle of the night during a conversation with
Ivan on IM. We were talking about the proliferation of roaches in B-grade sci-fi horror stories, and he wondered why no one ever wrote one about giant radioactive pubic lice. We both thought it would be an excellent opportunity for us to display our B-grade sci-fi horror story writing skills. The rest, as they say, is history.
Update:
Gimp fucking rocks, people.