The Universe's Mixer

Karen had been sitting at her desk in her new job at the Ghostbuster's firehouse safety place, doing her nails (not that it really did anything to do file them anymore) and thinking about different ways that she could re-instate her habits. The only way to really go about it, she'd determined, was to find a small child, kidnap it from it's parents, chain it in a basement somewhere, and feed it lots of jello and drugs. Or maybe drugged jello.

It was then that the big shake came.

It literally moved the earth and jostled her out of her chair. She wasn't drunk, so she couldn't blame her lack of balance on that. And she wasn't high, so she couldn't convince herself that it was some sort of auditory hallucination.

The fact that she couldn't write it off made her even more upset. She really didn't like to have to deal with things.

Sighing, Karen sniffed. The boss was out of the building. So she stood up and wandered outside. The sight she got made her eyes go wide.

"Good god! It's Marlo Thomas come to kill us all!"