Microfiction III

[vakkotaur]

Stanley's concentration was broken as Roger bounded into the room. "I've decided to change my name." exclaimed a far too pleased Roger.

"Oh, finally got tired of getting called 'Roj' instead of Roger? Or did all the lame 'Wilco' jokes finally get to you?" inquired Stanley.

"A bit of both." Roger explained, "I've been thinking of a change for a while, but had trouble coming up with something I liked."

"Uh oh. Dare I ask what you've settled upon?"

Roger replied with an annoying smirk, "Jesus H. Satan."

"Oh, so you wish to offend everybody, is that it?"

"I prefer to think of it as equal opportunity. Jarring contrast is good humor."

"I thought you said Good Humor was ice cream. Anyway, I've got to ask, knowing full well I'll regret it, but... just what does the H stand for?"

"Huh?"

The exasperated Stanley repeated, "What does the H stand for?"

"Huh?" was once again Roger's reply.

"What does the H stand... Oh no. The H stands for 'Huh?' You just ask for trouble, don't you?"

"I have a sense of humor, that's all."

"Out! Just get out. Now, before I have to do something unpleasant."

Roger looked around and saw nothing unusual in the room, "I think I'll risk staying."

Stanley grinned a wicked grin and fiddled with a remote control. A moment later loud strains of Shatner Sings Streisand sent Roger fleeing in horror. "How odd," observed Stanley, "one would expect Satan could withstand a little evil."