“Dingo?” I asked warmly.
“Dingo!” the HR lady purred.
“Which means…..?”
“The ‘Dingo Ate My Baby’ dance!” exclaimed the HR lady.
And that’s what we did.
Star Child Two helped by acting out a dingo eating a baby.
It was quite ferocious.
And bloody.
But not REALLY bloody since it was just a baby.
Therefore, less blood.
We almost stopped dancing to watch the ferocity and small amount of blood, but couldn’t.
We just watched and danced.
When Star Child Two finished, it belched.
We stopped our dancing.
Then we panted for a bit.
Then things got quiet.
“Well, that was fun,” said the HR lady.
I agreed.
I let out one more pant.
“Who spoke?” I asked.
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