TALK SHOW
"Hello… and welcome to my talk show. Today's spacey guest is a cheeseburger! Mr. Cheeseburger, what does it feel like to be eaten all the time?," said I, Cuckoo, your trusty talk show host. And Cheeseburger responded, " ." Apparently, somebody had eaten his mouth. Anyways back to the talk show. "Commercial break," said the director, Mr. Missyourshlump. And so we cut to a commercial.
"Wow, what a rough day," I said, "this is the tenth time this happened this week. I told you we should stop inviting half-eaten food products to appear as guests on the show!" In my tirade, I realized how hungry I was. Seeing no snacks nearby, I took a juicy bite of our guest. "Needs ketchup," I said.
"Why do you keep doing that?" asked Mr. Missyourshlump.
"Djroing vhutt?" I asked, my mouth crammed with greasy bits of our featured guest.
"Eating our guests," Mr. Missyourshlump replied. "How do you expect us to produce a talk show when you keep on eating our guests?"
"But I only eat part of them," I replied, feeling no sympathy for the cheeseburger whatsoever. Part of it was still left, and it still seemed to be breathing slightly, and it still looked ever so juicy and tasty even without ketchup. But Missyourshlump was making such a big deal about this that I resisted the urge. "Look," I added, "I'm still hungry and I'm not going to finish him off. Happy now?"
Just then, Mr. Bo Banana-Nabana came in and said, "I am so going to sue."
"Why?' I said, as if this day could get any worse?
"Duh. Because you ate half of my head . . . luckily you didn't eat my mouth."
" " interrupted the Cheeseburger.
"Shut up," I retorted, "this doesn't involve you.
" ," said Cheeseburger. Now he was sulking. I hate sulking. So I ate the rest of him. Yum yum.
"Oh my word," said Banana-Nabana. "This will ruin us for sure, "said Mr. Missyourshlump. "Got any french fries?, " said your trusty talk show host.
TO BE CONTINUED…………….