Hey, B-man! Howβs it hanging?
Hey so I know you had said not to eat the Twinkies you had left out in your locked desk drawer but someone may have frozen the lock off and ate them all. Someone not me. I have no idea whoβd do this crime but it absolutely was not me. I am just the reporter of this heinous act and as a law abiding citizen I am sick over it. Not because I ate too much sugar. Definitely a righteous nausea.
Anyway, um. Yeah. Sorry someone totally not me stole your twinks.
-Bobby
(icemancometh)
Hmm. A note? For him?
From Robert, no less - what could this possibly concern? Perhaps some matter of grave import, or maybe of glad tidings and -
". . . I was looking forward to those Twinkies . . ."
The worst part is, he already feels certain that Bobby has eaten so quickly and so gluttonously that he's ascended to a level of sugarsickness that's hard to come back from, and he's probably going to end up regurgitating it all, meaning the novelty jumbo size XL box of delicious vanilla cream treats is just going to be wasted.
Next box he gets, he's going to poison them. Not with a lethal poison, maybe just a drop or three of laxatives injected directly into the sweet treats so that Robert would learn his damn lesson next time.
