The Hungry Kitty of Westmarch, Ohio

Darnell felt that the price was too steep. He leaned over the counter and pointed at the used Game Boy Color, which was marked at $18.50, that sat dreamily on the counter behind the clerk. "That thing's only worth 18 bucks! How the hell do you expect me to pay a hundred bucks for that Game Boy over there?!" He swivled his extended index finger in the direction of the Game Boy Advance, which also happened to sit in a state of unconscious bliss on the same counter behind the clerk.

The clerk, who bore the unfortunate name of Lipshitz Dupree and was a former resident of the great nation of France before being uncerimoniously expidited to the United States on charges of being a complete ass, shrugged and said, "I only follow what the policy is. Don't ask me these silly questions concerning matters that are far beyond the comprehension of the likes such as yourself. You would not be able to grasp with that simple mind of yours the full mechanics of my retort that I am about to devulge unto you." He reached up then and gave a serrupticious twist of his handlebar mustache to emphasize his point.

At that same moment, from behind Darnell came a pathetic 'meow' Both men looked in the direction of said 'meowing' and there, just standing at the threshold of the game shop, was a shaggy little kitten. Its fur was puffed out to the point that it resembled the world biggest ball of naval lint ever collected. The kitten stared up at the two men with pleading eyes and then proceeded to let out another pathetic 'meow'.

"Sir!" exhaled Lipshitz in utter shock and disgust. "Please refrain from bringing pets into this fine establishment."

"That ain't my cat," Darnell said in reply. "I can't stand those things."

It was then that both men realized that the door that lead into the game shop was standing wide open. At seeing this, Lipshitz strode around the cashwrap and toward the entrance. "I told them I wanted that door fixed and yet it is still broken. No wonder America is crumbling away into dust! No one ever takes the time to their job anymore."

Darnell turned away to look at the Game Boy Color when there came from behind him a blood curdling cry. He whirled around in time to see blood shoot from Lipshitz' midsection in a great, crimson fan. Aross his now exposed belly were four horizontal slits from which his innards were oozing out of.

The store clerk looked at Darnell with eyes wide with both pain and shock. His mouth hung open and gutteral grunts and groans sounded from it. He brought the hand that wasn't trying to hold in his writhing guts, up and then fell face first to the floor. There was a wet sounding 'glorp!' as he landed in his own blood and flesh.

Darnell, in an oddly touching gesture had anyone been there to see him do it, brought his hands up to his cheeks and then stood stock still. His mind had gone completely blank as he watched the clerk convulse reflexively on the ground.

Then, it happened.

The kitten padded up to Lipshitz, opened and expanded its mouth to ten times the size of its entire body, inhaled and sucked the now dead clerk into it. There was no sound to be heard as it bit down on him because there was no one there alive, other than the kitten, to hear it.

Darnell, after having seen the clerk devoured whole, had turned and leaned over the counter as his heart gave one last, massive stroke before giving out. That's where he remained until the kitten, whose hunger had yet to be satisfied, came up from behind him. Again, it opened its mouth and inhaled Darnell, chewed a few times, and then swallowed.

In the end, the little kitty had its fill and left the store as quietly as it had come in. The End.