Joe awoke to the acrid smell of singed hair and roasting meat. His right arm was in agony, it felt like every inch of skin was on fire, and combined with the red glow reflecting off the walls he did think for one groggy moment that the entire booth was being consumed in flame. It wasn't. He, however, was.
From the fingertips to the elbow of his right arm, the skin had been stripped away. The exposed flesh was slick and red, like raw meat, and with a sudden, sickening realisation he knew he would never be able to stomach bacon.
A laser beam was crawling lazily up his elbow. Unlike its green counterpart, this one was bright, fiery red and it certainly wasn't scanning. Wherever it touched, the hair and skin vanished in puffs and whorls of smoke. The laser moved higher in slow spiral, dissaspearing in a gout of smoke beneath his armpit and reemerging, traversing along his shoulder to rove down across his breasts.
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