iWork For Spencer
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Ch 25
iHave a Third Option
Sam and Freddie worked tirelessly on the sculpture. Of course, they were only starting the bottom, but had no idea what they were going to make. A random sculpture was the name of their game, but they knew that this one was going to be the one that they were going to work the hardest and the longest on. They wanted to get this over with. According to Spencer, they had one more sculpture to do and then they were done. This sculpture was that last sculpture. After a while the bottom was finished.
"Tomorrow," Freddie said, "we will go to the junk yard to find some more parts."
"Great," Sam said, "Can we please be done now?"
"Yes, Princess Puckett," Freddie said, "Right now I just feel like watching TV."
"Same," Sam said, "Get me some ham."
"Fine," Freddie said and rolled his eyes.
"And get me something to drink as well," Sam called.
"What am I?" Freddie asked, "Your butler?"
"No," Sam said, "you're my monkey."
"Great," Freddie said, "I've been demoted."
"Oh get over it," Sam said, "At least I'm not making you do anything repulsive. By the way, after you get me some ham and something to drink, start massaging my neck."
"Is there anything else?" Freddie asked in an annoyed voice.
"Nope," Sam said.
"Are you sure?" Freddie asked again.
"Yep," Sam said.
"And if I refuse?" Freddie asked.
"Then you will learn what it means to be in utter agony," Sam said.
"I don't get a third option?" Freddie asked.
"Trust me," Sam said, "A third option would not be possible unless it benefited me and me only."
"As a matter of fact," Freddie said, "I think I do have an option that would benefit you."
"What would that be?" Sam asked.
"Close your eyes," Freddie said.
"Do I look like an idiot to you?" Sam asked.
"I will not answer that question," Freddie said.
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"Whatever answer I give you will make me look guilty," Freddie said.
"You already look guilty," Sam said.
"Very true," Freddie said, "I guess you were of the opinion that I would run away as soon as you close your eyes?"
"No duh, Benson," Sam said.
"Alright," Freddie said, "keep them open. I guess it wouldn't really matter. You would look anyway."
"Look at what?" Sam asked.
"The little souvenir I got while I was at that aggressive parenting convention," Freddie said.
"Wasn't that forever ago?" Sam asked.
"In a since," Freddie said, "We need to go to my apartment anyway."
The two went over to Freddie's apartment. Freddie led Sam to his room.
"What in the world are you doing, Benson?" Sam asked.
"Well seeing as the mini-fridge is in here I didn't really have much of a choice," Freddie said.
"Since when did you get a mini-fridge?" Sam asked.
"My mom wanted me to have a major supply of prune pops close by," Freddie said, "so she fills it up with prune pops and demands that I eat one every day. However, I don't really eat them. I just make her think that I do. I keep enough in here so I could hide a special surprise I got just for you."
"Who are you and what have you done with Fredweird?" Sam asked.
"Trust me," Freddie said, "you'll love it. I thought of you when I bought this thing. I had a feeling that I could use this whenever I wanted avoid the physical and emotional pain that you give me. It is a scapegoat."
"A scapegoat?" Sam asked.
"Yep," Freddie said as he dug through his mini-fridge, "Now where is that thing? It has to be in here somewhere….Oh, here it is."
Freddie came out of the fridge and held a little box in his hands.
"Well," Sam said, "what is it?"
"Bacon flavored ice cream," Freddie said.
Sam immediately took the box out of Freddie's hand and opened it. Sure enough there was a very small ice cream tub that read "new bacon flavor."
"I get one of these things every month," Freddie said.
"Every…month?" Sam asked.
Freddie noticed a little bit of drool was starting to come out of Sam's mouth. He couldn't help but chuckle by how he had now made her less aggressive.
"Well, I get three every month," Freddie said, "Is Princess Puckett satisfied?"
Sam nodded her head dumbly. All she knew was that the nub, who was now more appealing to her, was getting her three little boxes of bacon flavored ice cream every month.
"Wow Freddie," Sam said, "I never realized what a hot, handsome, hunk-a-boy you really are."
Freddie chuckled.
"Yes," Freddie said, "I'm sure. For that, I will just give you all three boxes right now. Try to go slow on them. They only last so very long."
Sam nodded again and grabbed the other two boxes.
"Well," Sam said, "I got to go home and, uh, have a little snack."
"Enjoy, Sam," Freddie said with a chuckle, "See you tomorrow."
"Bye, Fredward," Sam said, "See you tomorrow."
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