Lets Go Crazy

It started innocently enough. Samuel had awoken on his couch to discover that the remote control in charge of the TV had morphed into a medium sized Red Snapper. "This is strange. Why is this fish in charge of the operation of my television?", he uttered. Just then, the fish chimed in, and put Samuel in his place, "Do not question my abilities. You may think this is strange, but let me assure you; it is not a'tall. Oh, and further more I demand that you leave the house at once and search for hot sauce"

Samuel was nervous, but his did not wish to upset the fish. He decided it best to get outside, and at least pretend to search for hot sauce. He went to the landing and put on his loafers, which now resembled two hot dogs. He resisted the urge of eating his shoes, noting that he'd best warm up hot dogs first, by walking around town.

He opened the door of his ground floor apartment, and the summer sun hit him like a hot yam. "Motherfucking Fish!", he screamed. Clearly, this was not a day to be outside, but the fish was now calling the shots - there was nothing he could do.

The pavement was so hot, that it began to melt under his feet, causing him to take methodical lunge-like steps. This seemed to attract unwanted attention from many people, as he was unable to avoid bumping into them. These people shot him menacing looks, and began hurling insults his way, which sounded like crickets chirping in the night. This angered Samuel, and he defended his position, "THE FISH NEEDS HOT SAUCE! AUGGGGHHHHHH! This seemed to work - the cricket people had now scurried away.
The sky had now turned blood red. Luckily he recalled that he was in possession of pills given to him by his doctor (who lived in one of the alleys down the street from his apartment). "Mmmmuugghhhh", he said under his breath...
Looking to and fro, he unfurled the saran wrap, and consumed the pills.
"Raaaauuuugggghhh!", cried Samuel. Clenching his fists, he kicked over a garbage can, and screamed "Grace's Red! GRACE'S RED JALAPENO!"
He was on the ground now. Stuck to the floor, on a giant rat trap. "The Fish warned me of this", he said solemnly. He squirmed uselessly about the ground, flapping his feet, like the very fish who had put him in this tricky spot...
Unable to move, "The People" were now all staring at him. They were 8 feet tall, with arms of metal spaghetti. They began converging on him, telling him not to trust the snapper - to come with them to a better place.

He awoke in a room made of marshmallows, hands wrapped in a moth's cocoon. He had failed The Fish. He trembled...

MBW