February 15, 2004
the last stand of the giant flying zombie red snapper
Angie cooked red snapper for dinner.
Shortly after this picture was taken, she put the red snapper in the oven and set the oven at 450 degrees. We sat down to enjoy a drink.
While we were drinking the zombie snapper was plotting his escape. He loosened his tinfoil shackles and called upon the powers of the deep.When she opened the oven again, he came flying out.
I didn’t see this happen, so I need to defer to her eyewitness account.
“Oh my god that fish just came flying out of the fucking oven!” – Angie
I looked up, and sure enough, the fish and the platter it was on were wedged underneath the counter. There was an explosion of sauce sprayed across the kitchen cabinets, but somehow the fish never touched the ground. Apparently the pan he was piloting flipped several times in mid-air before landing unharmed under the cabinets. The zombie red snapper was still in the pan, and the tinfoil was still wrapped around him, so we picked up the pan and put him back in the oven.
We pushed a chair up against the door just to be on the safe side this time.
When the buzzer went off we opened the oven and removed the flying zombie red snapper.
This is how he looked.
We ate him, and thus took on his powers.
It feels pretty fucking good.
