“Fine. FINE!” yelled Jerome after discovering there really were no exits.
“What happened to the exits?” I asked the HR lady.
She shrugged.
As did I.
Jerome walked over to one of the puddles of Star Child Two’s leavings, got down on all fours and licked away.
“Disgusting!” the HR lady exclaimed.
“Yeah, well, remember that’s it’s all for science,” I said.
“Science,” she said softly.
Jerome finished his licking and stood up.
“It doesn’t taste anything like a Chick-O-Stick,” he said as he licked his lips.
“So….it tasted like pee?” I asked, really wanting to know.
“Pee,” the HR lady said softly.
“No,” said Jerome. “It actually tastes like a Twin Bing!”
“Huh. Imagine that. A Twin Bing!” I said quite excitedly.
“Bing,” the HR lady said softly.
“If it smells like a Chick-O-Stick and tastes like a Twin Bing, that can only meant that……” I began, only to be interrupted by Star Child Two flying over to Jerome and unleashing a deluge of light green goo from an orifice I never knew it had all over his head.
“Good golly gee, that smells like rancid cottage cheese mixed with a gangrenous toe!” yelled the HR lady.
I could only agree with a nod.
- Sunday, April 27, 2025
