Her fingers hurt.
A punch like that would have an equally damaging reaction.
She just stood there, staring blankly at Jimmy as he mumbled something about drum beats and scary fairytales and loony plot writers. She was just glad that he hadn't sold off his hat for some magic beans or something.
He still looked human.
He bled.
As he rose his head to see her again, she thrust a photograph right into his face.
"But that's just the camera angle," he whined.
"You made me look fat, idiot!" she snarled.
There was no escaping.
Jimmy squinted like a blind pirate. She had the most confusing body in the world. Jimmy couldn't figure out whether it was sexy or horrifying or both. It was like looking at a rainbow that's shining on a beautiful woman, only she looks like a rotting apple and is dressed like a clown.
"I think I'm in big trouble," Jimmy muttered. And then he laughed. Saying 'big' while still looking at the photograph could've been funny for some. Especially the suicidal.
Surprisingly she took it well. Unless you also consider stabbing him in the shins with a rusty fork taking it well.
He squeaked with pain, but she wouldn't stop.
"Take this as your first photography lesson, asshole!"
The bloody whimpers mixed with cackles of madness echoed through the house.
And then the most predictable thing happened.
The doorbell rang.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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