Slovak Gabson grinned. The green liquid was fuming.
"Shut the valve. Remove the Syringe. Lemme do it myself. "

He lunged towards the gas chamber knocking out the technician.
  After a few minutes of turning and cursing, he finally had the valve up and running.
"That's how they do it, pussy! "

***
The weather forecast was thirty minutes off the scale. Bill wore a green jacket, and a purple scarf.
      The forecast had said a sunny day. He squirmed in the cold, cursing at nobody in particular.

He was visiting California for the very first time ever. His spirits were not marred by the cold weather.
   It was the big green cloud that caught his attention.
Dazzled, he pulled out his phone and hit record.
   The cloud spread fast, engulfing the sky Adora filially.
   The phone was still recording, as hundreds around him coughed.
   It recorded his first cough in California.