From Plastic Tub
Excerpted
- A sad yet curious posture driven against the wind wires snow nazis, with all their delicate plumage, out of their nests. In the corner, alongside the dust mites and the spools of hopelessly entangled thread, lay a rusted television clattering away in a gee-gaw motion while a barely perceptible muppet mocks everyone who sees him in a way which really hurts. The snow nazis are daily reduced to tears after catching his visage and becoming transfixed for a bitter harangue. One poor fraulein was decimated, a pile of weeps upon the floor, mumbling through her sobs before leaping to her feet so suddenly she had hurled herself out the window before anyone could stop her. Fortunately, they were on the first floor.
- It was after this vicious session of ridicule by the beastly little muppet that the snow nazis made their first attempts to capture it, with the vauge hope of using it on political prisoners -- if only they could get work with them.
