She shot the little person.
Who exploded in a festive festival of glitter.
“Why you do that?” I asked as my bowels decided to release some more gooey fury.
She put away the gun, shut the drawer and stared at me.
“Do you now remember what Bob did?” she finally asked.
“NO!”
She sighed and started to clean out one of her ears with a stapler.
Feeling another wave of poo gumbo getting ready for its release, I clenched my buttocks as tight as I could.
“Your stomach is rumbling,” she said as she inspected the stapler.
“Yesssssss…….”
“You want to use the bathroom?”
“Yesssssss…..”
“Do you have a key?”
“Nooooo…..”
She put down the stapler, opened a drawer and removed an axe.
“Well,” she said as she got up. “I guess it’s time to meet THE maker!”
With that, she jumped over the desk.
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