“How in the hell did the mechanics fuck this one up?”
blurted David Masters V as he twisted various bolts into his gigantic robot
with a monkey wrench. Lost and alone in a remote island lush with tropical
vegetation, David cringed at the smoke and steam floating freely from his
machine’s engine. He tried rapping it several times with a hammer. Nothing. He
tried pouring lake water onto it to cool it off. Nothing. He tried twisting
even more bolts with that pathetic monkey wrench of his. Electrical storm that
zapped the tip of his finger. The pilot sucked on his wound and murmured,
“There’s going to be some fucking hell to pay when I get back to base!”
The earth shook beneath David and all he could think was,
“Oh no, not again! What now?!” He frantically twisted bolts and screws with his
monkey wrench thinking the big ass machine was going to explode in a cataclysm
of fiery death. The engine smoked some more. The electrical storm zapped him in
his other finger. While sucking on his new wound, he kicked his machine and ran
off to hide in the bushes. The earth trembled some more and nearly flipped
David on his back. All he could do was clutch the bush roots for dear life and
ride out whatever the hell was going on here. Forget sucking his zapped finger,
he should have been sucking on his thumb.
Just when he was ready to cry for mommy so many miles away,
the ground ceased shaking. Slowly David released his grasp of the bush root and
backed away with tender steps. He fell on his ass after colliding with
something sharp, which turned out to be a toenail. “What the fucking hell?!”
whispered David fearfully as he took one look at the sky above and saw a
giantess standing over him with a menacing scowl on her face. David’s sick
twisted mind, she could have been a looker if she was human-sized, with her
braided blond hair, golden bra, flowing green leather skirt, and wicker
flip-flops.
The giantess leaned her face towards David’s so that he
could feel the venom and sickness washing over him some more. He shivered while
trying to crab walk away from her, but a row of palm trees halted his path.
“That’s it, I’m fucking toast!” he whimpered to himself.
The giantess aimed her treacherous gaze at David’s robot,
pointed at it with her freight train finger, and asked, “How dare you bring
this war machine to my island?!”
“W…war machine? War machine? Hehehehe! No, you have the
wrong idea,” stuttered David as he used the tree bark to help himself to his
feet. “I’m not a soldier. I’m just a civilian contractor. I’m a builder, that’s
all. That’s just a cutting torch he’s holding.”
“Hmm…cutting torch, huh?” She yanked the machinegun out of
the robot’s hand, aimed it at the robot itself, and blasted it to shreds until
the weapon was out of ammo. David ducked down in the fetal position to avoid
pieces of shrapnel slicing him to bits. They were already stuck in the trees
and damn near knocked them over. And then the giantess tossed the unloaded
rifle across the forest and watched it roll down a mountain hill before it
crashed into the ocean and sank like a stone. “Nice cutting torch,” she mocked.
David stood up once again, but this time staggered around
nervously and almost fell over. He tried his damnedest to be brave like the
soldier he lied about not being, but all that came out were weak little
squeaks. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done, missy? That was a million
dollar piece of military equipment. The global government is going to be
furious with you. There’s no telling what kinds of bombs they’ll drop on this
place.”
“So you are a soldier, aren’t you? You had thirty seconds to
lie to me and all you could tell me was that your assault rifle was a goddamn
cutting torch. Maybe I should get a real cutting torch and seal your dick shut
so that you can’t reproduce and create more war than there already is!” snapped
the giantess.
David’s balls suddenly felt like they were the size of
pumpkins when he took that insult. Arms akimbo, he shouted, “You know why they
call me David Masters V? Because there’s five of us! Five generations of proud
soldiers who would do anything to make this world a better place! You’re not
only shitting on my family name; you’re shitting on the world as a whole!”
“So your idea of a better world is one where children and
women are buried under rubble? Motherless children? Fatherless sons? You think
you can win any argument with a war machine? It’s moronic men like you that
made me want to stay on this beautiful island uninterrupted!” the giantess
roared.
David chuckled, “For someone who hates war machines and how
they kill tons of people, you look like you can just step on me and splatter my
ass across the ground right now. What’s stopping you? Huh?”
“Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to stomp all over your
military bases and government buildings, but if I did that, I’d be a massive
hypocrite. Staying on this island is the only thing keeping me sane in times of
war,” she said.
“Well, I hate to burst your bubble, Mother Theresa, but my
superiors are going to figure out sooner or later that I’m MIA and they’re
going to come looking for me. When they see what you’ve done with their million
dollar robot, they’re going to bring the hammer down on your big ass! Bullets,
missiles, bombs, you name it, they’ll drop it on your pathetic fucking island!”
The giantess gritted her teeth and scooped David in her
massive hand while he kicked and screamed, “Put me down! You’re hurting me!”
“I hate to burst YOUR bubble, but your superiors aren’t
coming to save you. You know why? Because you and that goddamn machine are
fucking expendable!” the giantess belted, which nearly caused permanent ringing
in David’s sensitive ears. “They probably think you’ve already died in the
crash. They probably don’t even know this island even exists. You think you’re
worth something to your government? Only in the form of yellow ribbons and god
awful national anthem lyrics! If they cared so much about you, they wouldn’t
have suffered you or any of your four ancestors to go to war in the first
place!”
The more David Masters V squirmed in the giantess’s grasp,
the softer his bones felt. The tightness alone made him feel as though his head
would burst like a grape. Yet he remained defiant until the end. “You know how
many times I’ve heard that crap from hippies like you?! My family has been
protested so many times that we just shrug it off like annoying little gnats!
Besides, what the fuck do you know about peace and love?! You’re squeezing me
so fucking hard that I thought I heard my spine pop about three or four times!”
“I’m sure you’ve said this to your loved ones when they
hugged you tightly enough that you couldn’t walk away from them,” said the
giantess. David’s face grew solemn and long while she lectured him some more.
“The reason us ‘hippies’ say these things all the time is because it’s true.
You think I don’t feel the pain of war every single day? You think that just
because I’m a giant that I can just shrug things off as easily as you? Wake up,
dumb ass! I’m the enemy! I’ve always been the enemy! Anybody this goddamn tall
is automatically a pariah!”
David tucked his chin to his chest in dark contemplation.
His squirming and thrashing had ceased. His big fat mouth morphed into a big
fat frown. He couldn’t believe he was feeling sympathy for someone who was
capable of squashing him into jelly with one strong grip. He remembered all of
the times he was picked on as a kid and during basic training. His mind felt
like it was rubbed with Novocain all of those years, but when those memories
came flooding back to him, he couldn’t resist any longer. Every swear word,
every punch to the gut, every slap to the face, every obnoxious laugh, and
every punch to the mouth flashed through his brain at a hundred miles an hour.
The giantess shook him hard to snap him out of his trance
and he gagged at the gyro-psychotic sensation. “Sorry, I just…I just…Jesus,
what the hell’s wrong with me?”
“It was all going to come out sooner or later, David,” said
the giantess in a gentle tone reminiscent of a psychiatrist. “Nobody is immune
to the ghosts inside their head, especially not in times of war. You can push
them down as much as you want, but they’ll always come back stronger than ever.
Your generals won’t admit it in public company, but it happens for them too.
Believe it or not, it happens to me all the time. I can’t go out in the human
world without getting a heedful of garbage. That’s why I like this island. It’s
cool, it’s calming, and it’s perfect out here because I’m the only one.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely out here with just you here?” asked
David while sheepishly turning his face away.
“As a matter of fact, it does, my friend. But it doesn’t
have to be lonely anymore. And you don’t have to suffer those hideous thoughts
anymore. You have no way of getting back anyways, with no war machine and no
radio.” That last sentence was punctuated with a loving grin on the giantess’s
face.
“Wait a minute…why are you…you’re not planning on….” David
looked down at his groin and asked, “How exactly would that work?”
“It wouldn’t work, David. You’d be nothing more than a shit
stain in the ground before you had the chance to blow.”
“Oh no, I wasn’t talking about that! I, uh…uh…” David’s face
reddened like a strawberry at his own stupid assumption.
“On the contrary, my friend: I have much different plans for
your permanent vacation therapy here. And while we’re on friendly terms, I have
a name, you know: Amalia. Amalia Strom. But you can call my mommy if you’d
like. Oh, do I have plans for you!”
David Masters V gulped a cannonball-sized lump down his
throat while Amalia reached in her satchel for something that sounded fuzzy and
leathery. Before the traumatized soldier knew it, his head was wrapped in a
furry cap with pink bunny ears on top. Amalia cradled him in her arms like a
baby and lovingly cooed, “My own little bunny rabbit! I will name him George
and hug him and kiss him and squeeze him!”
After grimacing in pain from being hugged and squeezed,
David formed a sweet smile on his face and said, “I loved that cartoon when I
was a kid. And then I got spanked with a fucking belt for liking ‘faggot shit’.
My bones hurt like hell, but keep squeezing anyways, Miss Strom!”
“And I will caress him and pat him and pet him and love him
and rub him…”
David Masters V didn’t know if he felt warm and fuzzy inside
because he could finally let go of his war trauma or because his organs were
squishing together inside of him. For the first time in his life, his smile
wasn’t because of a corny sex joke his drill instructor told him. His secret
deep down wish came true after all.
