Flyboy Action Figure Comes With Gasmask
"Flee, fly, flee! The evil Asian's going to crush you!"
The fly, beyond hearing, bounced against the wall three more times and then *whack!* The book permanently united it with my wall.
"Aw, look at all that blood, Phil!"
There was a splotch almost an inch round on my white, non-glossy-paint wall. Phil looked at his book with amazement. He flicked the fly into my little garbage can. "There's a tremendous amount of blood. How could a fly have that much blood?"
"My wall... a testament to your barbarism." I was vaguely annoyed, but not enough to pretend I wasn't, which is what I did when I was *really* mad...
"It must have been drinking blood. That's why it was crazy... a poster will cover that up, hey? I'm sorry."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you. Another cover-up. No, people will know about this, Phil Lee. People will know about you."
He slunk out of the room. "Sorry."