He who agreed and who we were pointing out just a bit earlier walked towards us, dragging something behind him.
It made that familiar wet and sloshy sound.
“Hey, Stephen!” he said as he tried to shake off whatever was caught on his feet.
“Jerome?” I asked, quite stunned.
“Jerome?” asked the HR lady, not as stunned as I.
Star Child Two decided its exploded state wasn’t what he wanted so he became whole again. By magic, or something.
“Jerome?” he (or it) asked, less stunned than I but more stunned than the HR lady.
“Yep, it’s me. Jerome!”
He finally got the gooey mess unstuck from his feet and did a little dance.
“Hold on,” I said. “You’re telling me that you came in here as Bob, went to the poop room, did something with Star Child Two and then came out as you? What kind of tomfoolery is that?”
Jerome and Star Child Two both tittered at the mention of the poop room.
They looked at each other longingly.
The HR lady clapped her hand quite loudly for a few minutes until she had Jerome’s attention.
“Do you have an erec….” she started to ask until Jerome (thankfully) interrupted her.
“Bob’s going through a crisis right now. He thinks he’s going to be assassinated, but his friend and I have repeatedly told him he can’t be assassinated since he’s not an important figure at all in any way whatsoever.”
This sounded like it was going to be a long one, so I lay on the floor and the HR lady assumed the iconic Karate Kid stance while Star Child Two flew around the room, humming a song that could have been “It’s Raining Men”.
“He decided that I would be his body double so he built a Bob suit out of plastic wrap, tin foil and ducrilla tape.”
“Ducrilla tape?” I asked.
“Yep. He combined duct tape and gorilla tape and claimed it was a new invention. He’s that way, you know.”
“Agreed.” I said.
“Agreed.” said the HR lady, either agreeing with me or with Jerome. Not too sure on that one.
Star Child Two kept flying around, humming a song that now could have been “Whenever I Call You ‘Friend’”.
“Then came the fun part.” said Jerome.
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