The Burtoc Beano – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO

….“Yup, that’s me, MILO FUCKING BURTOC!” Milo spits proudly with a sarcastic curtsy thrown in for good measure.

“The theatrics can be saved for a more audience based affair mister Burtoc, your escapades are well documented in the archives, so there is no need for clarification.”

“My escapades are well documented? What’s that supposed to mean, are you guys from the FUCKING future or something? Is that what that swirling thing was, some type of time tunnel like in that old TV show?” he asks with wide excited eyes.

“Stay the course mister Burtoc, all will be answered as the hearing proceeded.”

“YOU ARE! YOU FUCKING ARE! I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! YOU’RE FROM THE FUTURE AND I’M SOME BIG WIG JOHN CONNER TYPE OF GUY, DESTINED TO SAVE MANKIND FROM THE OPPRESSING MACHINES THAT TRY TO TAKE OVER! I’M RIGHT AREN’T I! TELL ME I’M RIGHT AND THAT MY OLD MAN WAS WRONG ABOUT ME!” he shouts gleefully, as he looks around the room, and into each of the hate filled eyes of those before him, then quickly back to Kevin. “T-TELL ME I-IT’S TRUE! P-PLEASE?”….

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