If The Proof Fits -6-

Nivi –Now just walk out a little more…liiiiiitle more…

Corin – *ker-plunk*

Nivi – And hold it riiiiiiiiiight there. Perfect!

Corin – This water’s freezing!

Nivi – Yeah, that’s water for ya’. Now throw up your arms and give me a swoosh. Throw em’ all around like you’re at a rave and they don’t have those little sausages on toothpicks.

Corin – Are you sure the bag’s really needed?

Nivi – Wouldn’t be it if someone had been keeping up on their SAuCE schedule. Spent a lot of time printing out all those copies! You see, now I need to be careful where I point this thing. They’d still recognize your face if we yanked it off, then the whole caper’s caput!

Corin – You don’t think they’re going to find it odd that an unknown predator is wearing a bag over its head?

Nivi – Well, how d’ya think it stayed so secret all this time? We’re dealing with a smart species here! Just do something with your hair and they’ll think you’re making crinkle sounds. Mating calls and the like.

Corin – My hair’s getting rigid; I think the tendrils are starting to condense.

Nivi – Aww, too bad. You had that creepy medusa look going on for a bit.

Corin – And now my chest’s doing it.

Nivi - I swear, if things aren’t splitting apart on you they’re fusin’ together!

Corin – Oh yeah… real crockpot of scramble stew over here. Okay, so was that a good enough 'swoosh' for you?

Nivi – Yeah, now creep along the shallows for a bit and I’ll pretend we finally spotted you stalking us. I got the cardboard cutouts standing by over yonder. I’ll shake the camera around, you snatch poor little human me over there, and we’ll wrap it up for the day. We’ll drench the tape in blood to make it look important when the network gets it.

Corin – Where’d you get the blood?

Nivi – Coupon.

Corin – Yeah, okay. Whatever, glad we made those cutouts when we did, I don’t think I could grab much of…anything on you now.

Nivi – Because, missy, I make sure to drink my SAuCE. Heck, if I were you I’d be chuggin’ nonstop; I’d be dying to know where your whole body blob’s going.

Corin - Did you ever call them about getting new clothes dropped in?

Nivi – Nah, your stuff’s served me well for several months now, and they will continue to do their duty until honorably discharged. Besides, do Minoans even really wear clothes?

Corin – Usually, yes. You’re not going to be at a symposium full of naked scientists.

Nivi – Huh, I always just thought you were doing it out of courtesy.

Corin – Nope.

Nivi – Really? Nothing’s going to harden into a conveniently-placed skin-kini? Because I gotta tell ya’, these feet are pretty awesome; I could probably kick open a door with these action movie style. Honestly, couldn’t feel a thing walking on those rocks back there, should’ve done this ages ago!

Corin – That was medical waste back there; you were walking on rusted syringes.

Nivi – And I couldn’t feel a thing!

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Part six in a ten part sequence, brought to you by an anonymous client (and writer). Things are getting thing!

Part 01 | Part 02 | Part 03 | Part 04 | Part 05