Jerome continued yakking.
“He filled the bathtub with cold water, dumped the whole bottle of bubble bath in, and then sprayed the bubbles with WD40. Then, fully clothed, he dove into the tub and was under the bubbles, water and WD40 for quite a long time, so long that I was praying that he was finally dead. But, no.”
This saddened me.
The HR lady looked saddened too.
Star Child Two continued with its flying, now humming something that could have been “Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)”.
“He arose from the depths of the tub and demanded that I hand him the pretty paper doilies, which I did. He then lit the doilies on fire and just sat there in the water, bubbles, WD40 and flaming doilies for HOURS.”
I scratched my butt.
The HR lady offered to help me with the scratching, but I politely declined.
Star Child Two was still humming the same song but had started to skip. When it came close, I stopped my scratching and whacked it while the HR lady took over the scratching.
It continued humming what might have been that song.
I told the HR lady to stop scratching my butt.
She looked hurt and gave one more scratch just to make a point.
“Suddenly he yelled, ‘I GOTS IT!’ and climbed out of the tub. He told me to grab the bicycle chain, bushel of mallets and sledgehammer and follow him to the basement.”
Star Child Two laughed and then started humming something that could have been “Psycho Killer”.
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