We wiped the sick from around our mouths, but let it fester on the floor.
There was a loud tearing sound from the poop room.
“My goodness,” said the HR lady. “Is someone tearing someone else a new…….”
“NO!” I yelled in response.
Then came to wet sounds from the poop room.
Wet, sloshy sounds.
“Hope they’re not doing whatever they’re doing in my poop receptacle,” I muttered to myself.
“Ewwww. Do you think they’re doing their business in your poop box?” asked the HR lady.
“I hope not. Tried to keep is as tidy as possible in there. Say, what IS your name?”
Before she could answer, the door to the poop room was flung open.
Out came Star Child Two with a satisfied look on his face.
“Did you fling my poop around during your….escapade?” I asked.
Star Child Two smiled and flew to another corner of the room.
The door to the poop room slammed shut.
The HR lady yelped in surprise.
I also yelped in surprise, right after her yelp.
Then we were stunned.
At the same time.
We both pointed at what caused our yelps while still being stunned.
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