HOT SINGLES IN YOUR AREA
LOOMING IN THE DARKNESS
EMITTING LAUGHTER FROM
ORGANS YOU CANNOT DISCERN
HOT SINGLES IN YOUR AREA
HIDDEN ALONG CRACKS IN TIME
HOVERING BESIDE YOU UNSEEN
WATCHING
WAITING
there was a crackle over the radio, but the message was clear enough: "HOT SINGLES IN YOUR AREA"
"Aw, shit! This is a bug hunt, Sarge! Game over! Game over!"
"Keep frosty. We'll come out of this," I grunted, with as much confidence -- real and fake -- as I could muster