Island of the Hapies
" W- why, it's a Pepsinut!" Pepsirica answers, startled.
" Don't you have anything but Pepsi on this stupid island?! How
about a nice Coke?"
Pepsirica's eyes turn into narrow slits. Her lips twist into a crude
sneer. The waves crash harder and thunder rolls onto the beach. The
sky turns a frightening grey.
Her eyes turn a dull black and sink in to her skull. Her once peach
skin turns into a deathly grey. Thin fangs sprout from her thinned
lips and her cheeks sink in. Her hands grow long and thin with needle
like claws at the end of each finger.
" That word is not permitted on the Island of the
Harpies."
" What is this @$*!?" you sputter.
