Same Song, Different Key
Humor, gen, extraterrestrial icon-centric, vignette, Sara Smythe, Milo McKay
There was an unwritten law among her comrades when dealing with Sara: if it ain't a crisis, it ain't worth it. "Crisis" was, apparently, up for personal interpretation.
Sara was bored, damn it.
Then, Sara had a plan. It was wonderful. It was beautiful.
And there was but one artiste for the job.
"Milo, I need you."
Milo looked away from his computer, then back. "Trolling 4chan. Go away, princess."
"I can draw a better meme than you," Sara said somberly. "I bet you $50."
The silence was taut. Then:
"Where are my fucking crayons, and is there a deadline?"