"Bastard! I shall severe your soul."

Miss Snark, the literary agent posted this list of actual excerpts from submissions to Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine. Entertaining as they are (my favorite: "Ejaculations aside, that's one hell of a package to swallow!"), some of them aren't entirely without promise, and are actually inspiring me to use them as a spring board. Case in point:

Freddy was in the habit of staring at Beverly's legs as they peaked from her Susie Wong slit dresses. She had a dozen of them.* Thin and spidery, they were so long that when she sat down her knees reached to the ceiling. How could you not stare? For three years he'd been stuck on this backwater planet in the galaxy's butthole, and he'd seen things that made even the freakiest South American jungle bug back on Earth look like something you wouldn't mind giving a cuddle. Not to mention the things that would make the regulars at that weird fetish bar down on Haight Street blush. In short, Freddy was about as jaded as they come. But, damn. Those legs. He just couldn't get used to them. Or to the fact that he was starting to find Beverly and her spider-woman legs attractive. Freddy sighed, and forced himself to look away. He wished he could just go home.

*Original entry. The rest is mine.

Well, boys and girls, these put me in mind to start a challenge. I'm pretty sure I don't have enough readers to carry this off, but why should I let that stop me? Read through the list, find a quote that strikes your fancy, and work it into a drabble. Or just a short story, I'm not gonna bother with word count. Or, heck, even a poem. I'm not picky. Post your recycled work of art here in the comments, and I'll pick my favorite (and an honorable mention or two, assuming I get more than one or two entries) and post it right here on the front page. Yeah, sorry. That's about the best I can do for a "prize."