And that’s what Star Child Two did.
It licked my head.
Unlike a cat’s groovy tongue, Star Child Two’s tongue was covered in teeny tiny razor blades.
It licked and licked and those glorious locks of my full head of hair began falling to the ground.
“Just a little off the top,” I said, probably trying to be humorous.
It ignored my request.
Soon all my hair was gone and next was the skin.
It licked and licked and that glorious skin began falling to the ground.
HR lady laughed.
I laughed. Why? I don’t know.
Of course next was my glorious blood splashing and splattering on the floor.
The HR lady ran to her desk and grabbed something from one of the drawers and ran bag over to me.
“Quick! Put on this wig!” she yelled.
“But does it have skin?” I asked grabbing the wig.
“I DON’T KNOW!” she screamed.
“IT MUST HAVE SKIN OR I’LL JUST BE…….”
Star Child Two stopped licking.
“You now shall know,” it said and floated up, just enough out of reach so that I couldn’t jump up and give it a good smack.
“Yes, you now shall know,” said the suddenly dazed HR lady.
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