A Mutant

Lucille looked at the mutant man lying motionless on the ground and said, "Have Mosher's people come and clean up the scene." "Yes." Soon, those very people arrived wearing heavy protective suits, carrying fuel and lighters with them. Several barrels of fuel were poured down and lit, leaving only a pile of leftovers from these mutants. During the processing of the last mutant, the air was filled with a thick, pungent smell of burning fuel. It seemed as if it was not enough, so George walked over with another barrel and poured it over them. "You can start the fire now." Before setting the fire, everyone took a few steps back. Lucille turned to leave but heard the mutant burst into a series of laughter. He was guffawing so hard that he could barely breathe and doubled over in laughter. Hugo, with a puzzled look on his face, looked back. "Hey, what are you laughing at?" The mutant did not answer but continued his frenzy state, almost rolling on the ground with laughter. Lucille narrowed h