What's In A Name?
"Kill her, Mr. Bell!"
Mr. Bell stared, unblinking at his agitated colleague. "And why would I wish to do that, Mr. Wheel?"
"Because she saw Mr. Freezer's face. His real face."
Mr. Bell's unwavering gaze shifted to his other companion, where he stood guard over the trembling girl in the corner of the basement. "What do you think, Mr. Freezer? Does the girl need to die?"
Before Mr. Freezer could reply, the girl spoke up. "Wait! Y-you don't need to kill me; in fact, it would be better for you if you didn't."
Mr. Bell's head tipped to one side, "Why?"
"Well... erm... I could help you... blend in."
"Do we not 'blend in' already?"
"Not really. You're names are bloody awful for a start; I mean, Mr. Freezer? Believe me, only an alien would come up with a name like that."
Mr. Bell blinked very large eyelids, very slowly. "Release her, Mr. Freezer."
submitted at 5:36pm
12 December 2011