Night of the Creeps

Well .. my disdain for my college poetry (and human decency) has prompted me to move on from my last topic. Sorry to be so long between posts, but I think a little bit of waiting will end up being better than reading more about my wounded inner child. Ironically, it was another sort of college poetry that inspired today's post - the kind written on bathroom walls.

In 'Night of the Creeps' (a horribly funny college zombie flick from 1986), the movie's only tragic death takes place in the campus medical center bathroom. The witty sidekick finds himself alone with the body of the night janitor who's head has exploded releasing little slug-aliens that are now scurrying across the floor.

The side-kick, who walks with the aid of crutches, knows he can't outrun the aliens; so he faces his death with a valiant fight and learns that the little monsters can be killed with fire. Sadly, there aren't enough matches .. so he ends up with a slug down his throat. As the parasite takes over his nervous system he finds that he is able to walk on his own. Although he knows he is dying - and must find a way to keep the slugs from reproducing in his now decomposing brain - he triumphantly kills the remaining slugs in the bathroom and runs off to warn the hero.

On the bathroom wall for the entire scene: Stryper Rules