The Man In The Unitard stared at the apple before him, wondering where exactly his fear was coming from.
There was, of course the myth of the poisoned apple, from fairy tales of old. But The Man In The Unitard was fairly certain he didn’t believe in such things, him being an adult and all.
Still, as the Red Delicious sat there on the table, defiantly innocuous, The Man In The Unitard couldn’t deny that the terror in his heart was very real.
The Man In The Unitard began to sweat.
“Just try it, I think you’ll find it’s quite tasty.”
The sudden noise jolted The Man In The Unitard from his inner turmoil. He had forgotten that The Devil Himself was also there.
The Devil Himself smiled as he slid closer to The Man In The Unitard, coming perilously close to violating his personal space. It was the smile of a man who knows how to get what he wants… or rather, that of one who knows when he is about to get what he wants.
“Half crazy, half lazy, and damn near mad. But if the devil loves you, you can’t be all bad…”
The Man In The Unitard stared silently at The Devil Himself, not sure why his smile was so comforting.
It was the comfort, perhaps, of submission…
Pryorball. 