"Why are you lying on that thing?"

"The Nothing ate the swing-set."

"Really?"

"Yup."



"Hmmm…"

"What time is it?"

"9:37am?"

"Har har."

"It's about seven in the evening."

"Oh really? Crap. I thought it was, like, five. Sorry, I meant to come back earlier."

"It's ok, I figured you might have lost track of time. I brought you some water and a sandwich."

"And tylenol?"



"Yeah, and tylenol, there's some in the sandwich bag."

"Oooh thanks. My knees are killing me."

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