Yeah, I was whistling Dixie while trying to get peanut butter off the roof
of my mouth. It was a bet I had going with Nick. Won a free Tast-E-Freeze
for it too. And they say gambling doesn't pay.
Anyway, I was also trying to pull of my usual sexy but masculine saunter down the hallway. That's when my hip spasms, and the next thing I know, I'm in the Chem Lab. Go figure.
So lab boy filled me in, and instructed me to put the machete down his throat. The dead guy, not lab boy, although I have done that for him in the past. I figured it would look more realistic as the murder weapon if I put the blade down his throat, but I didn't want to get yucky blood on my clean designer clothes. Hey, I'm not allowed to gamble anymore, where am I supposed to get money for clothes like these? I couldn't get a good hold of him as he was laying, halfway through a broken glass table, so I sat him up in the chair at the computer. That's where people who juggle knives and apples do it, right? Anyway, he wouldn't stay up, and lab boy accidentally ate the apple AND the bullet that killed dead guy, as we have now affectionately dubbed him. The whole thing was going to hell so I just shoved a microscope halfway into is mouth, and secured it with duct tape and a clothes hanger. I was busy duct taping him to the chair, when she came in with a more appealing alternative to tape..
Anyway, I was also trying to pull of my usual sexy but masculine saunter down the hallway. That's when my hip spasms, and the next thing I know, I'm in the Chem Lab. Go figure.
So lab boy filled me in, and instructed me to put the machete down his throat. The dead guy, not lab boy, although I have done that for him in the past. I figured it would look more realistic as the murder weapon if I put the blade down his throat, but I didn't want to get yucky blood on my clean designer clothes. Hey, I'm not allowed to gamble anymore, where am I supposed to get money for clothes like these? I couldn't get a good hold of him as he was laying, halfway through a broken glass table, so I sat him up in the chair at the computer. That's where people who juggle knives and apples do it, right? Anyway, he wouldn't stay up, and lab boy accidentally ate the apple AND the bullet that killed dead guy, as we have now affectionately dubbed him. The whole thing was going to hell so I just shoved a microscope halfway into is mouth, and secured it with duct tape and a clothes hanger. I was busy duct taping him to the chair, when she came in with a more appealing alternative to tape..