Six Word Stories

[bluesuit_handy]

Really, do not touch the bump.

*Taps his fingers to the drums*

Shouldn't really be consorting with humanity.

[Dangling upside-down, foot in a trap]

[Eating jam straight from the jar]

Put that down. I mean now.

No hard-on for the Master, thanks.
Thread one
Thread two

What'd I just say? No touching.

*zomg THERE'S AN EXPLOSION!* 
...
Oh. Right.

Full moon's Thursday.
Already getting antsy.

[Temporarily blinded by experiment gone wrong.]

[Blind; trying to find the tea.]