about him... clung the putrid stench of a recent, self-fouling.
about him... clung the putrid stench of a recent, self-fouling.
As he removed his cap he revealed what appeared to be a protective covering of aluminum foil on his head.
At that point he asked in a whisper, "What's the frequency, Kenneth?"
I replied, "What are you talking about and why are you calling me Kenneth?"
He screamed, "Fake, but accurate! Fake, but accurate!"
He then stood up, did two pirouettes and dove under the table screaming, "Incoming! Incoming! I hear the whistles of two 500 pound laser-guided Freeper truth bombs coming!"
As he was being led away by the "men in white coats" he glanced over his shoulder and said, "Courage... Courage."