by Mike Bozart
The author, Agent 33, is out on campus, thinking that he'll never have a short story idea ever again, when lo and behold, he is accosted on the sidewalk by a young man demanding a certain icy beverage. Agent 32 calls the author later, and the recursion grows.
If this little tale were a movie, it would probably be rated G.
Approx. 1200 words.