“Why do my feet hurt?” I asked.
“Because I nailed them to the ceiling!” she replied. “Now maybe your rooty-tooty butt can remember why you’re here!”
I tried striking my best JC pose but keeping my arms up like him was a bit tiring, so I let them dangle and experienced the glorious rush of the blood pooling into my brain.
Soon my brain and head started to hurt.
“Say, have you got a round thing with thorns that you can attach to my head? Might help with the pressure.”
She looked around and didn’t see anything round but she did her best to help with that pressure my pounding a few nails into the noggin.
I swayed for awhile.
“Hot time, summer in the city, back of my neck getting bloody and…..” I began.
She left the room, giving me a look of disgust right before slamming the door.
I continued humming the tune to myself until I began to feel tired.
“It’s almost time for the Bicentennial and I’ll be able to see the ships!”
Guess those were my final words.
Shortly after, I died.
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