“But it’s not your normal gas,” said Jerome.
We were now intrigued.
“TELL US MORE!” we screamed in unison.
“Well, when I pass the gas, it’s not really gas,” said Jerome. “When I check my drawers, there’s only strands of this pink substance and I never eat pink food. It’s a religious thing.”
Star Child Two, still in the corner, shook and a few drops splattered to the floor.
“Yummy Chick-O-Stick,” said the HR lady softly.
“Yes,” I said as softly as she.
“It’s the same thing if I cry, vomit, pee, clean out my ears, blow my nose….basically out of all my open orifices comes these weird pink strands.”
“Makes you wonder,” I said, not as softly as before.
“Yes it does,” said the HR lady, not as softly as before.
“I guess there might be something seriously wrong with me,” continued Jerome.
“If it smells like a Chick-O-Stick…….,” I said.
“Could it?” asked the HR lady.
“We need a test subject,” I said, looking at Jerome.
“I agree,” said the HR lady while looking at Jerome.
Star Child Two flew over to Jerome and looked at him.
“What?” asked Jerome. “WAIT! ARE YOU GUYS EVEN LISTENING TO ME?”
We looked at each other and nodded and then advanced towards Jerome.
“NO! Oh, come on guys!” said Jerome as he looked around for an exit.
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