hyperweather

"Ah, madame, I have often wondered what jewel I would offer you worthy of your incomparable beauty… and now, quite suddenly, I know."
He deftly extracts a tiny blue-ringed octopus from a cigarette-case tank and places it around her horrified neck. The octopus lights up and glows bright blue, a blue that spreads to her face as she weaves in her chair and topples face down in the Baked Alaska.

burroughs / western lands / 127