Thirty-six - That's Better
There was a rather sheepish crackle of mystical power.
Then the women surrounding Warren popped out of existence like soap bubbles.
"Awww…" Warren pouted, disappointed.
That unexpected massage had been great and nobody could peel grapes like the Borg!
Suddenly Katrina, his extremely dead ex-girlfriend appeared from behind a tree and glowered at him.
Warren immediately stiffened in horror.
He stared.
And stared.
And stared.
And Katrina stared back.
Then she ran up and kicked him in the nuts.
Repeatedly.
"You &#£$%!" she snarled, stomping hard on his groin.
"SQUEAK!" Warren wheezed.
Willow crossed her arms and smiled.
"Thaaaat's better."
