text: You walk up to the Creature from the Black lagoon as he is about to sit down at the table. "Creature from the Black Lagoon," you say, "What'd Drac say that was so funny?" You ask.
  
  Creature from the Black Lagoon smiles broadly and chuckles a bit under his breath before he replies. "I'll tell it to you the way he told it to me." He says.
  
  "Look around you, Invisible, and count the women."
  
  You do as he says and look all around the bar. There is Frankensteins' wife, a tall woman with a bad wig at the bar, and... Wait a minute, that's not a woman!
  
  "We're in a queer bar." He says to you just as the realisation dawns upon you.
  "You think maybe the Mummy knew about this?"
  
  You laugh a full and hearty laugh. The Mummy picked a queer bar for the reunion. Did he know about it? Did he plan this as some way of telling you all that he is gay, or perhaps because he figured the calibur of freak amongst your group would be less likely to be noted in a gay bar?
  
  Either way it's funny.
  
  "I hope he wraps his dick," Dracula says. More laughter ensues.
  
  Then those mysterious kids that you watched enter the bar make their way over to your table. That's when you recognize them and thier alien blonde hair and pale eyes.
  
  They are the Children of the Damned. They have always given you the creeps. Most of the other monsters act scary, these kids are scary. They're freaks. Bastard children of alien fathers.
  
  You suddenly feel very uncomfortable and almost sick to your stomach. You don't feel much like hanging around here anymore. Not with those fucking kids here. Fuck them!
  
  > hang around. Make the best of the situation and enjoy the company of those that you want to hang around with.
  You decide that you should stick around. It is a reunion afterall, and it's not like anyone left it to you to decide who needed invited.
  
  Besides, you're invisible, if you don't feel like being sociable, you can just be all quiet and they'll think you left. Ha! Being invisible has it's more advantages than just being able to sneak into changing rooms and womens showers afterall!
  
  "Hello, Invisible Man," the little blonde girl with the glowing eyes says to you.
  
  "How did you know I was here?" You say, a little shocked.
  
  "It's not often that beer mugs levitate of thier own accord," She says smugly, the little bitch. The three children around her laugh at the stupidity behind your question.
  
  The fucking children of the damned are a smug bunch of little shits.
  
  "I heard they remaid your movie with actors," You say. If they can be assholes, then damn it, so can you.
  
  Not missing a beat, they counter your remark like the super intelligent arrogant fuckers that they are; "I heard they were going to remake your movie," The girl begins.
  
  "But realised that no one would want to see that drivel," one of the boys finishes.
  
  "Bastards," you say. They have no response to this, as they are in fact bastards with alien fathers.
  
  Thier eyes begin to glow and they look at you, but you just turn to the side and avoid thier gaze. Fucking wankers just can't take it when someone gets the best of them.
  
  Eventualy they give up on attempting to mentaly attack you, it seems they can't get you if they can't meet your eyes. They walk away in unison to the table around the Mummy and talk amongst themselves about whatever it is that alien halfbreeded freaks talk about between one another.
  
  You drink at you beer and start to walk over to the Wolfman, who slaps a hand against the side of his face. "Yeah!" He says, "I got him!"
  
  "Got who?" The Creature from the Black Lagoon asks.
  
  "This fucking fly has been buzzing in my ear all night," he says, "It's been driving me nuts."
  
  Dracula's mouth drops open, Frankenstein smacks himself in the forehead.
  
  "What?" Wolfman asks of them.
  
  "Do you realize vhat you may have done?" Dracula inquires incredulously.
  
  "Yeah," Wolfman replies, "I got that fucking thing to leave me the fuck alone now and forever."
  
  "Vhat if it vas the Fly, Volfman?" the campire lord asks.
  
  Wolfman's eyes go wide. "Oh shit," he says, "you don't think it was do you?"
  
  "How the hell vould ve know?" Dracula replies.
  
  "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg," says Frankenstein.
  
  "You know what?" Wolfman says, "That mother fucker knows he's a fucking fly. If that was him, then he shouldn't have been buzzing around in my fucking ear all night."
  
  "Perhaps he was attempting to communicate with you," the Creature from the Black Lagoon suggests.
  
  "Fuck him," says the Wolfman.
  
  The other monsters shake their heads in disbelief.
  
  You stand there unsure as to whether you should mourn the loss of the Fly, or assume that the pest was a typical insect that was in no way related to your silver screen freind of old. You take down the rest of your ale in a few quick gulps.
  
  Your head is starting to swim under the rapid consumption of alcohol in which you have partaken.
  
  You start walking back to the table to see if you can convince someone to get you another mug when you feel something sticky brush against your leg.
  
  You look down to see the Blob nuzzling up against your leg. How it found you is beyond your understanding, but then you realise that because he has no eyes or ears, you would be just as visable to it as anyone else would be.
  
  > Gross, you have Blob on your leg! Fucking sick!!
  "Ah fuck!," you exclaim, "I got blob on my fucking leg!"
  
  You look down at the blob in utter disgust. "You are the most revolting shapeless mass I have ever had the displeasure of knowing!" You say to it.
  
  It shies away from you, evidently offended by your outburst. If blobs could cry, you are certain that the Blob would have tears flooding from whatever the blob equivelant of eyes would be.
  
  You watch as it makes it's way to the barm solemnly rolling along, a trail of blob slime in its wake.
  
  "You're an asshole, Invisible," The bride of Frankenstein says to you.
  
  But you are aware of this, and you shrug your shoulders as though anyone can make out your invisible non verbal gestures. You take down what remains of your beer and stand there silently as the Blob eventualy reaches the bar.
  
  Suddenly and without warning the blob begins to consume things. At first it simply absorbs a barstool, and had you not been watching, you probably wouldn't have noticed. Then, however, the blob's outrage becomes more severe and less controlable.
  
  It makes contact with and absorbs a nearby customer, then the bar and more surrounding stools. Panic ensues within the establishment as the blob gains in it's immense size and continues to reek havok on the Monsters Lounge.
  
  "I hope you're happy," Wolfman says to you.
  
  You briefly wonder how he knew that you were still around, but are cut off from this line of thought when the edge of the blob suddenly comes within a few inches of your leg.
  
  Your monster freinds have already made their way to the door, but you find your way blocked by the ever expanding, all consuming shapless mass.
  
  You back away in terror, part of you finding it hard to believe that a shapeless mass whom you scoffed at in the old days is suddenly filling you with an overwhleming amount of fright laden apprehension.
  
  You back up slowly until your back touches the wall. That's when you realise that there is no hope for you. Perhaps this is all karmic retribution, you think. Perhaps you diserve this.
  
  Suddenly the blob touches you and you feel it all go suddenly numb. The blob spreads to cover your body and everything is numb.
  
  What was everything becomes nothing, and nothing becomes all.