Big Game
“I told Marge.
“Sure you didn’t,” she sneered. “You’re just sitting here at the scene of the crime, surrounded by half-eaten food, with a piece of red-hot evidence in your hand.” She snatched the pink-sprinkled chocolate cupcake from me and held it in front of my nose. “This time I’ve got you and you’re not getting away.”
“Marge,” I said. “I know who the rhino poacher is, but we’re running out of time. If you let me go—”
“Shut your trap,” Marge interrupted. “I’m not falling for that hooey. I’m n...ot as big an idiot as you think.” She clapped one of the handcuffs around my wrist.
“Marge, look around you!” I argued. “Do you really think I ate all this food by myself?”
“Maybe.”
Obviously, using logic wasn’t going to work. So I went with plan B.
I stomped on Marge’s toe as hard as I could.
I’d hoped that the sudden pain would make her release my arm. Instead, it only made her scream like a banshee right in my ear. And then she got mad.MoreLess
“Sure you didn’t,” she sneered. “You’re just sitting here at the scene of the crime, surrounded by half-eaten food, with a piece of red-hot evidence in your hand.” She snatched the pink-sprinkled chocolate cupcake from me and held it in front of my nose. “This time I’ve got you and you’re not getting away.”
“Marge,” I said. “I know who the rhino poacher is, but we’re running out of time. If you let me go—”
“Shut your trap,” Marge interrupted. “I’m not falling for that hooey. I’m n...ot as big an idiot as you think.” She clapped one of the handcuffs around my wrist.
“Marge, look around you!” I argued. “Do you really think I ate all this food by myself?”
“Maybe.”
Obviously, using logic wasn’t going to work. So I went with plan B.
I stomped on Marge’s toe as hard as I could.
I’d hoped that the sudden pain would make her release my arm. Instead, it only made her scream like a banshee right in my ear. And then she got mad.MoreLess
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