“Know what?” I asked as I placed the crazy wig on my bleeding head.
“I don’t know?” asked the HR lady.
“Is that a question? Do you really not know? A minute ago it seemed that you DID know and now you’re acting like maybe you do know, but there’s also that possibility that you DON’T know and….say, do you have a stapler?”
What kind of HR lady do you think I am? Of course I have a stapler!”
She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a stapler.
Since the wig didn’t want to stay on my wet head, I grabbed that stapler and stapled the heck out of it.
Sure, it hurt but what else was I to do?
“You know, if you waited a little bit the blood would start drying and get really sticky and you wouldn’t need to use that stapler.”
“Now you tell me?”
I tore the wig off.
Sure, it hurt but what else was I to do?
I stood there for about an hour and when the drops of blood slowed their plopping on the floor, I put the wig back on.
It stuck.
I jumped up and down and the wig stayed on.
I let myself eek out a happy fart.
Star Child Two floated down and inspected my wig.
“Say, you look kind of……sexy,” it said in a dreamy voice.
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