“Yes. Yes he does,” I said as I eyed his prone body.
I grabbed my handy tape measure and measured him with that same tape measure I just happened to have, from one of the many pockets I also just happened to have.
“Yes, definitely taller,” I said.
Bob spryly leapt to his feet as though he were someone 60 years younger than he.
He saw Star Child Two.
He winked at Star Child Two.
Star Child Two slowly came closer to Bob.
Star Child Two winked back.
“Would you happen to have a private room somewhere close?” Bob asked in quite the intelligent way that was totally unlike Bob.
The HR lady pointed to my poop room.
Bob grabbed one of Star Child Two’s tiny hands in one of his abnormally (for Bob) large hands and they headed to the poop room.
“Whatever are they going to do in there?” asked the HR lady.
I winked at her.
The door to the poop room closed and we both thought for a moment.
We became suddenly sick again.
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