Rabbi Michnik proudly watched his golem dismember four more Schutzstaffel guards.
Imprisoned in Hitler’s occult research facility, he’d invested months in secret sculpting and kabbalistic rituals to refine the humaniform clay.
His golem was graceful and obedient. He’d even taught it courtesy. It had politely held Michnik’s cell door after shattering the lock with its uncanny strength.
After much mayhem, the rabbi and the golem stalked two final guards.
One guard sneezed.
In a voice like a sack of rocks tumbling down stairs, the golem intoned, “Gesundheit.”
Michnik blanched.
The guards’ Schmeisser submachine guns mercilessly shredded both flesh and clay.
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