The Journey To HR, Part 98!

We looked at the twitching burlap bag, the exploded body parts and the dead body for a minute or so.

“What to do, what to do, what to do,” said the HR lady to nobody in particular.

“Toss the body out the window, mop up the body parts and then open the burlap bag?” I asked, trying to be helpful.

She looked at me.

She then pointed a finger at me.

“SILENCE, CREATURE!” she bellowed.

I accepted her bellowed response and stood quietly.

She thought for a bit.

Then she went over to the burlap bag and untied the knotted rope holding whatever was twitching inside.

Nothing came out of the bag.

It continued to twitch.

She motioned me over to the crammed bookshelf and pulled down a rather hefty volume.

She carried it over to her desk and slammed it down.

“What’s that?” I asked, like a spastic four year old.

She pointed at the cover.

“’The HR Guide On How To Deal With A Twitching Burlap Bag’? How marvelous!” I said, clapping my hands gleefully.

She paged through the book until she found something that interested her.

She sat down to read what she found.

“Ah-HA!” she said about an hour later, closing the book with a resounding thump.

We walked around the desk to the twitching bag.

Except it was no longer twitching.

And it looked empty.

The body parts were gone.

So was the dead body.

“It’s……” I began, but was interrupted by a chittering sound.

We looked around to find the source of the chittering.

A small face peered from around the desk.

It smiled.

We both groaned.