by Turkish Stringfellow
"Tangerine dreams and unleavened heads..."
The lamp in the main foyer began to bend and sway, the metal post losing rigidity by the second.
"...why is the sky... that's what I'm asking..."
The last page of every book in the main library suddenly melted into liquid butter.
"You feeling okay today, M'xy?" Sam Dawson asked, he and Shirley Francis watching the fifth-dimensional being, top hat tipped forward a bit, glide around the room in three separate places at once.
"Tipsy-toppsy-Toyota, Samson!" he replied. "A thirty-two-tooth salute and a shrieking smile for all the kids in Neverland!"
Shirley quickly ducked as a bag of fish sticks flew by, screaming for revenge.
"AGAIN with the fish sticks," Sam sighed.
"Hey, M'xy..." Shirley began.
"Hey, Shirlessness!" the demigodling responded with a crooked smile. Roses of every possible breed suddenly sprouted up around the young woman.
Shirley softly smiled. She was becoming more and more used to her bed partner spontaneously becoming a god.
M'xy suddenly looked off. "Oh come ON, writer! Do you know how many jokes I can make out of that line?" he smirked, staring into the distance. "Come on, get it together, man!"
"Who's he talking to?" Shirley said, turning toward Sam.
"Who knows?" he said, shrugging. "But it would probably be best if we ended this little session very soon."
"End? There is no end," M'xy snorted toward the shapeshifter.
"Oh, come on, M'xy," Sam began. "It's almost noon, and I'm getting hungry. How about we go get some fast food?"
"Eh." M'xy shrugged, only half-interested. "Only if I can decide where we go."
"Sure, man, sure," Sam said nodding, folding his arms with a smile. "So, what's it going to be? Burger King? Wendy's? White Castle? ... uh... What's that other place?"
Shirley asked, "Which one?"
"You know..." he said, snapping his fingers rhythmically, his eyes frowning with concentration.
M'xy suggested, "Sonic?"
Sam said, "No, no... YOU know..."
Shirley offered, "Applebee's?"
M'xy said, "KFC?"
Sam shook his head. "No! No! YOU know! What's the name... the one with the 'golden arches'...?"
M'xy looked excited. "OOH! OOH! I KNOW! I KNOW! It's Mc--"
There was a sudden in-rush of light and sound.
"...Donald's," Mick Harrison finished, standing there in his bath towel.
"FINALLY!" Sam half-yelled, turning and leaving the room, his job done.
Shirley walked up to the bewildered Mick, half-hugging him.
"Um... did... I... do anything bad?" he asked.
He suddenly stumbled back into a pile of chopsticks, falling ass-backwards.
Shirley held on to the towel.