Cincinnati Chili: Ride
“Don’t answer that!” Gwen whispered. “Leave it. Let’s just go out the back!”
Grover froze with fear, indecisiveness gripped his core and movement was impossible. He thought about another Charlamagne tha God quote he saw on the internet: Everything starts with a thought. Your thoughts become things, and anything that your mind can conceive, you can achieve.
His brain frantically searched for a thought that could become a thing he could achieve in the moment, but all it could muster was an image of au gratin potatoes. This not only did nothing to alleviate his fear, but also made him hungry.
“C’mon on, mate!” Legend grabbed Grover’s arm. “Let’s go.”
“My car is out front.” Grover pointed toward the front door. “I should go out that way. Is anyone else hungry?”
“Goddamnit, Grover!” Gwen jerked Legend away. “Come on, babe. We have a ride waiting in the back alley.”
A moment comes for every individual when they must choose a path. The options lie before them and they must take a step toward one or another, accepting that whatever lies on that path was meant to be. Grover Cleveland Alexander saw two paths. One led to the front door where someone kept knocking, much to the terror of Gwen, Legend, and the Herpezoids. The other lay beyond the back door where they wanted Grover to follow. Grover gripped the blaster in his pocket, pulled out the weapon, and once more thought of au gratin potatoes before bellowing a frustrated scream.
“I don’t know what to do! Someone tell me what to do!”
A horn sounded. All was silent. Gwen and the Herpezoids stopped where they were. The front door opened and in walked Dr. Reggie Marsh.