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Chee_Koala@lemmy.world 2 days ago
“Pam!” Jim roared over the rumble. Pam sprinted toward him, clothes in tatters, her face smeared with ash and beet juice. Behind her loomed a tsunami-sized wave of raw beets. Miles away in his bunker, Dwight cackled maniacally, watching his ultimate revenge unfold on the monitors.
People love beets.
hansolo@lemmy.today 2 days ago
Over a loudspeaker, a voice crackled to life. Jim looked around, confused.
“Jim. What was it?”
Jim looked side to side. “What?”
“What,” Dwight said asked, “was it you said?”
Jim shrugged. Pam gasped as she finally reached him, collapsing into his arms. Jim held her. Between panicked breaths, she muttered a single word at Jim.
“-Bears.”
“No.” Jim leaned back, terrified. “No, Pam. He can’t…”
“Jim…” The loudspeaker chided. The tsunami of beets beared down on them both. Jim closed his eyes. Pain flowed from his heart. A single tear tickled down his cheek.
Jim screwed up his courage. He filled his lungs, and threw back his head.
“Bears!”
The ground shook under his feet. Pam opened her eyes, fearful of the quaking. She looked around in awe of the tsunami and shaking threatening her life. And Jim’s.
“Beets!”
The shaking became unbearable. Jim feel to his knees, dropping Pam. She screamed at Jim just to be heard over the deafening roar around them.
Cracks opened in the warm before their feet. Pam and Jim held hands. Pam began to rest herself to meet her maker.
Jim steadied himself, and took one more deep breath. As he did, he winked at Pam. She returned an unsure look, convinced they were about to die at Dwight’s hand.
“Battlestar Galactica!” Jim screamed at the sky. His knees gave out. Bent and buckled, he watched the tsunami ebb and fall. A mottled red wave lost its energy and spread out across the horizon.
The sound of a slow clap eminated from the loudspeaker.