Freestyle Writing pt.2

The pink fuzz shot out of the gaping hole in the space alien's scaly abdomen at such a velocity that Merv reformed into a puce hummingbird out of the pile of thousand island dressing that he was blasted into by the martians' freem death blasters.
The martians were clearly surprised, but that didn't last long. The opened up their pain-ray emitters, and despite Merv's ducking and weaving, he was hit in the middle of his little feathery tummy, and dropped into a vat of Mountain Dew. Of course, Mountain Dew is to hummingbirds as spinach is to Popeye, so Merv came back to consciousness with vengeance.
The air was filled with a bass thrum thrum thrum thrum. A giant hummingbird, streaked hot pink and lime green, rose from the vat dripping pop. It was at least six feet tall, and its wings created a ethereal blur around it. Its lengthy bill was razor tipped, a fact which the bird knew and utilized on three aliens before they realized they were getting attacked.
The beak was now covered with gore and green blood. Merv was mad, because they had killed his friend of course, but there was something about them killing him too that enraged him.


P.S. The featured guitar is hot, and I found someone who wrote just like me: Frederick Douglass. Read his book, The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass.