FORD EATS ARTHUR'S BATHROBE-----SEXUALLY
"Are
you going to eat that bathrobe?" asked Ford of Arthur, clad
suggestively in a leather jumpsuit.
"Uh, erm, uh, no," said
Arthur.
"Smashing, baby," said Ford, grinning, and strutted up
to Arthur waggling his eyebrows.
"W-what are you doing?" said
Arthur, feeling very frightened.
"I'm going to unwrap you like
one deliciously sexy banana in which you eat the peel as well,"
explained Ford, ripping off a strip of fabric from the arm area of
Arthur's bathrobe. Then he ate it. "Mmmppmmm," he added in his
most suggestive incoherent mumble. He didn't want to be off putting
and talk with his mouth full.
"You don't eat the peel!"
yelled Arthur.
Ford proceeded in ripping off another strip. "This
is some appetizer, honey."
"I'm not going to even try and
fathom what you meant by that---and stop that!" he added as Ford
ripped off another piece.
"I wish I could hold you like this
bathrobe does. Touching you all over," sighed
Ford.
"Helllllllllllllllllllllp," moaned Arthur.
Suddenly,
they were both shot.
"Oh thank you God," said Arthur before he
died.
THE END