...The camera fell from his hands to the floor and he stood still, unable to move, unable to think. The cactus was back, and it was washing in his kitchen.
Gordon came to his senses and backed away slowly, hoping that the spiny plant's lack of ears prevented it from hearing the camera breaking on the floor. As he reached behind himself for the door knob, he felt a stabbing pain in his hand. Gordon turned around and looked at his hand in one swift motion, and the realisation came to him like rock to the face. Not only was the cactus back, but the cactus had brought a friend.
'You haven't met Julie, have you?' said the cactus, turning to face Gordon. The poor bicycle repairman was still clutching his hand after getting a shocked fist full of needles in it.
The cactus continued. 'Julie, show our friend what we do with squealers...'
Gordon gulped. He was trapped.
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Gordon came to his senses and backed away slowly, hoping that the spiny plant's lack of ears prevented it from hearing the camera breaking on the floor. As he reached behind himself for the door knob, he felt a stabbing pain in his hand. Gordon turned around and looked at his hand in one swift motion, and the realisation came to him like rock to the face. Not only was the cactus back, but the cactus had brought a friend.
'You haven't met Julie, have you?' said the cactus, turning to face Gordon. The poor bicycle repairman was still clutching his hand after getting a shocked fist full of needles in it.
The cactus continued. 'Julie, show our friend what we do with squealers...'
Gordon gulped. He was trapped.