Traffic Slow Due To Robosaurus

Robosaurus roars onto the 401, runs over an Escalade, picks up a Miata and pours fire into the sky.  Its metal jaws shriek.  There is panic on the highway.

“We’ve got to do something!” says Grave Digger.  He and Bigfoot are stuck on the on ramp, having followed Robosaurus from the rally.

“But what?” Bigfoot asks, headlights flickering worriedly.  “There’s a traffic jam in our way.”

Robosaurus is eating a Tim Hortons truck.  They’re running out of time!

“Dude.  We’re monster trucks.”

“Oh yeah!”

They roar their engines and run over the traffic jam.  Because they are monster trucks.

Fuck yeah!


4 Responses to “Traffic Slow Due To Robosaurus”

  1. :D!!!!!!!

    That is all.

  2. stirling Says:


  3. stirling Says:

    Are you a Cardinal?

    Fuck yeah!!!

  4. I would like very much to be able to think of titles the way you do; by the time I manage to extrude a story it’s all I can do to retype a character’s name in the title field.

    This is a great example of a story type that I can only come up with late at night when behind schedule. I always feel a little goofy posting them, but they can transcend their own ludicrousness when done right–I think you’d like Leonard Richardson’s “Let Us Now Praise Awesome Dinosaurs” (to be published later this year in Strange Horizons).

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