The pack spent months assembling their machine in front of the three weird houses. Their infernal contraption eventually took on a sinister, hulking hugeness, sprouting cylinders, pipes, tubes, scaffolding, and a great maw directed at the dwellings. The day before they turned it on, they scrabbled around in a snarling mass, making all manner of final adjustment. That night, the terrified occupants of the houses periodically heard jagged moments of great gusting.
Screw huffing and puffing. Technology, baby! It may have been overkill, but fuck those pigs.
Writing begun 23-06-19 | 87 words