Today there was a chemical spill in Sugar Land. One of those big 18-wheelers opened up and a huge chemical cloud formed over my great city. I could feel the chemicals in my throat, and new it was up to me to save the city.
The news warned that people should stay inside. But I'm not people. I'm Michael Conti. I did the first thing that came to find. The action that I find most productive when something chaotic is taking place. I got in my car and drove as fast as possible. I drove immediately to the chemical cloud. There I rolled down my window and started shouting loudly. I got out my pistol, and started shooting at the chemical cloud.
The funny thing is, this cloud looked like a normal run-of-the-mill cloud. The type of cloud that you point at and smile while it covers the sun. The type of cloud a pair of lovers could gaze at. I had to remind myself that this cloud had deadly chemicals in it. That this cloud was NOT like the others. This was a death cloud. Would this be MY death cloud?
Not if my gun had anything to say about it. So I drove in circles, shooting and yelling at this cloud. This wasn't my first run-in with a chemical cloud. Everyone in the region remembers the Mexican Haze of 1999. No one could ride buses, practice football, jog outdoors, etc. That would not happen again.
After about an hour of battle, the cloud sundered. I was victorious, and children waved at me. A senior citizen gave me a kiss on the cheek and a bald man gave me a rose. I'd tell you more but the chemicals gave me a headache.