The Angel's Request
When Mr. J awoke the next morning, he had not forgotten about the job he was supposed to do, whatever it was. He put on some baggy jeans, (no, they were not baggy on him, of course. They were too tight.), and his turtle shirt. The turtle shirt was his favorite shirt, except maybe his Hershey's shirt, and it was covered with pink and purple turtles. He put on his lovely clash-with-anything red and puke green tie, ate eggs and chocolate syrup for breakfast, and pounded down to wait on the sofa. Not long afterwards, the doorbell rang. He opened it to greet the blonde lady, but this time it was a redhead. She was wearing a short, black skirt, and a hot-pink T-shirt.
"Are you Mr. J," she asked sweetly?
"Yeah..." he said stupidly.
"Your limo is waiting," she responded in a sickenatingly cheerful voice.
He blobbed over to the car and got in the back.
"Hi, my names Sonia Talk-a-lot!" she babbled. "The chauffeur was sick, so I was picked to take you. I'm the vice president's secretary."
After listening to "Oops, I Did it Again" over and over, sung by Britney Spears AND her "twin sister", (yes, Sonia, stupid), he pulled out a candy bar and started to chew happily.
"Ooh! Baby, baby! Oops, you think I'm in love. That I'm sent from abo-o-o-o-ve, I'm not that inno- ooh! Can I have some?" Sonia noticed the candy.
"No."
"Meany!" she replied, pouting.
When they finally got there, Mr. J blobbed out, and looked at the building. It was three stories high, and it was painted green. Mr. J and Sonia got into the elevator, and got off at the second story.
"Hi, Sonia!" cried a small, oriental-looking woman with jet-black hair.
"Hi, Tammy! This is Mr. J. Mr. J, this is Tammy, the president's secretary. She'll help you from here."
Mr. J sat down in a chair across from Tammy.
"Our president will be with you shortly."
Soon, Tammy exclaimed that "Our president" could see him.
Mr. J rolled his fat through the doorway. As always, the chair was turned around so that he couldn't see the president's face.
"Mr. um..." he began, trailing off.
The chair swung around. "Hello, Mr. J."
*She* was a brunette, (yes, I am biast, making the big girl a brunette), and *she* was wearing leather pants and a white tank top with a leather jacket over it.
"I've heard you can help me," she said. Her voice had a trendy harshness to it.
"I hope so," he said, "I could use more money."
"Well, here's what I need," she said, and now he realized who's voice her's reminded him of, Alex from Charlie's Angels, "I need someone to..." She looked around to make sure no one was listening, then she whispered into his ear...
A/N: Don't worry! More coming soon!
When Mr. J awoke the next morning, he had not forgotten about the job he was supposed to do, whatever it was. He put on some baggy jeans, (no, they were not baggy on him, of course. They were too tight.), and his turtle shirt. The turtle shirt was his favorite shirt, except maybe his Hershey's shirt, and it was covered with pink and purple turtles. He put on his lovely clash-with-anything red and puke green tie, ate eggs and chocolate syrup for breakfast, and pounded down to wait on the sofa. Not long afterwards, the doorbell rang. He opened it to greet the blonde lady, but this time it was a redhead. She was wearing a short, black skirt, and a hot-pink T-shirt.
"Are you Mr. J," she asked sweetly?
"Yeah..." he said stupidly.
"Your limo is waiting," she responded in a sickenatingly cheerful voice.
He blobbed over to the car and got in the back.
"Hi, my names Sonia Talk-a-lot!" she babbled. "The chauffeur was sick, so I was picked to take you. I'm the vice president's secretary."
After listening to "Oops, I Did it Again" over and over, sung by Britney Spears AND her "twin sister", (yes, Sonia, stupid), he pulled out a candy bar and started to chew happily.
"Ooh! Baby, baby! Oops, you think I'm in love. That I'm sent from abo-o-o-o-ve, I'm not that inno- ooh! Can I have some?" Sonia noticed the candy.
"No."
"Meany!" she replied, pouting.
When they finally got there, Mr. J blobbed out, and looked at the building. It was three stories high, and it was painted green. Mr. J and Sonia got into the elevator, and got off at the second story.
"Hi, Sonia!" cried a small, oriental-looking woman with jet-black hair.
"Hi, Tammy! This is Mr. J. Mr. J, this is Tammy, the president's secretary. She'll help you from here."
Mr. J sat down in a chair across from Tammy.
"Our president will be with you shortly."
Soon, Tammy exclaimed that "Our president" could see him.
Mr. J rolled his fat through the doorway. As always, the chair was turned around so that he couldn't see the president's face.
"Mr. um..." he began, trailing off.
The chair swung around. "Hello, Mr. J."
*She* was a brunette, (yes, I am biast, making the big girl a brunette), and *she* was wearing leather pants and a white tank top with a leather jacket over it.
"I've heard you can help me," she said. Her voice had a trendy harshness to it.
"I hope so," he said, "I could use more money."
"Well, here's what I need," she said, and now he realized who's voice her's reminded him of, Alex from Charlie's Angels, "I need someone to..." She looked around to make sure no one was listening, then she whispered into his ear...
A/N: Don't worry! More coming soon!