Early Dawn, 10mi outside of New Orleans
In the distance, accordions and fiddles rock back and forth in their raucous rhythm, and now suddenly the trees themselves pulse and jerk in time. Over the horizon vaults an enormous robot, shaking the ground with the force of ten thousand zydeco bands. It’s fearsome tune breaks windows, and its fearsome sight crushes hopes. The thing pauses a moment to shout the sole instruction given it, “STOMP!”
Orleans Parish Public Works have activated their Failsafe Pest Control Plan and now all is lost.