by Major Tom on Tue Aug 06, 2002 6:24 am
Just then, (and suddenly), Kelly burst into the room, burst my bonds, grabbed me by the scruff and slammed me across the water cooler.
"Glad to help." he sneered.
"It's a living," I reminded myself.
"Who's the dame, Slaps?" Kelly grumbled, "She looks familiar. And whattaya know about this 'major'. And who the hell is leavin lousy letters all over my precinct?"
"Which one do ya want first, Sarge?" I asked weakly.
*SLAM*
"Gotta stop doing that," I reminded myself.
"Answer-up, smart guy, or I'm liable to forget I'm nice and remember that no one ever comes up here to see the likes of a washed out dope like you, so we can dance right here in the hallway."
"Wait, Sarge -- how can I be a smart guy and a dope --"
*SLAM*
"Ohhhh - that's how," I reminded myself.