Chapter 10: DIP: A Queso Dip Chapter
THE MISSING LINK
"I can't believe you would do this to me, Link," B.O.B. sobbed. "I am so ticked at you right now!"
"Come on, dude," I said. "Let's talk about this over chips and queso dip, huh?"
"Oh, dip this," he snapped, throwing the bowl of dip at my head. I failed to dodge it, and wiped the gooey cheese off of my face.
"All right, B.O.B.," I said. "See you tomorrow at the rehearsal dinner when you've forgotten that this ever happened."
"Not this time, Link," B.O.B. insisted. "I'll never forget this." He extended a hand and pulled out his eyelid. "I wrote it on my eyelid in pen!"
I read the message on the inner lid. Link beed a jerk. Don't talk to him until August 2035. "You've sentenced me?" I demanded. "For twenty-five years?"
"Uh-huh!" B.O.B. climbed up the wall to his room on the second floor. I rolled my eyes and began to dig through a kitchen cabinet.
"SCREECH." Insectosaurus wanted to know what that had been about.
"I read his blog."
Insecto looked up from the book he was reading (Which is freakin' cute, by the way. Duckies? Kittens? Pfft. You have not seen cute 'til you've seen a titanic bug with a teeny-tiny paperback) and roared again.
"No, not at all. It was open to the public, it had zero previous hits, and it featured some insane dessert recipes that would only be valid as suicide implements."
"SCREECH."
"I don't know, dude. I'm not gonna mess up Doc and Susan's wedding day over something stupid like that. Is he asleep?"
Insecto glanced into B.O.B.'s window and nodded.
"Good." I found the cleaning fluid and sponge that I had been looking for. "I'm gonna go wipe that message off of his eyelid."