“Quick!” shouted the HR lady. “You have to do it now!”
“Do what?”
“BEAT HIM!”
“Who? Star Child Two? I mean, he did say I was kind of…sexy.”
“NO! Come on, idiot boy! BEAT BOB!”
“You mean……”
“YES!”
“NOW?”
“Yessssssssssssss!”
“Okay. Say, what’s your name?”
“Nevermind. Do it. DO IT!”
As I prepared to “do it” I looked up at Star Child Two.
“Do you think I’m still kind of…..sexy?”
It said nothing.
Then it shot a couple bolts of laser lines from its eyes and fried the wig.
“Not any longer,” it said. “You need to DO IT!”
“Fine,” I said and then did it.
I posted this week’s column before Bob could post his.
Stephen 1.
Bob 0.
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Well, ok. Too late now.
And this happened in the past! How WEIRD is that????