Monday, March 03, 2008

Rocket Man

It was finally finished: his legacy, his opus. Three long months had gone into crafting it, and it finally stood there. Tall, proud, dangerous. He gazed proudly for some time, churning thoughts over and over in his mind. He would have revenge, oh yes.

Take that, Johnny Drysdale, for stealing the kickball. And you, Kitty Walton, for getting the solo in the spring play. Roger Grimes? Think AGAIN before you smack people in the butt with a wiffle ball!

Anthrax bombs solved so many problems. So, so many.

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