DISCLAIMER: don't own anything ok?
Well, I'm back. The fan girls are almost all gone, and mort is looking out at the woods…
"Hmmmm (strokes mini beard), isn't it strange that I live right in the woods, by a big lake, and yet there are no bears or even giant killer eels" said Mort, to himself. God and Michael had packed their bags (or, had the housecleaner do it, while wearing a surprisingly revealing nurse uniform) and left…so Mort was alone. I told him that grizzly bears could be arranged. He told me he like the bear in "Bear and the Big Blue House"(please note: if you have no clue about the aforementioned children's program, then substitute it for something with a bear saying "geez, what naughty ferrets!"). Yet what mort did not know is that he was about to get ANOTHER surprise. Yes another one, this plot just cant be Mort running around in his underwear going mad (fan girls glare at author). So, again the doorbell rings….Mort barely notices. The John Shooter part of him does and the author decides to make him quote something weird (with stuff inserted) to make her sound intelligent…
"Do not ask for whom the doorbell rings Morty, for it rings for YOU! MUHAHAHAHA!"
"Whatever…" sighed Mort, clearly not noticing the author's genius.
"Hey! Cut that out!" he yelled. Just because I threw an old boot at him, softie. He shuffled slowly to the door…
"Well hi there Morty!"
"Oh my god….."
There standing at the door step was Pamela Anderson….
"Are you my next guest?" said Mort, looking around the house and wishing it were cleaner and that he actually had a bed…
"NO! I just came to drop off the Adams Family…."
"SHIT!"
Well, please review…