“Good thing I didn’t go to thirty, then the Post would’ve said XXX and people would’ve expected some naked.” said TheLongTalk.
“What the heck are you freaking talking about you idiot?” asked Dave.
“It’s all right up there in the title, oh never mind. It’s not important.” said TheLongTalk.
At that Dwight Howard zipped up on his hoover scooter with Jennifer riding along.
“And here she is.” said TheLongTalk.
“You gonna be OK for the rest of the day boss?” asked Dwight.
“Yeah, not too much time left to kill, but thanks for asking.”
“Hey, I only asked cause you asked me to ask.” said Dwight.
“Now you’re getting unnecessarily Meta. Knock it off.” said TheLongTalk.
Dave just stood there, he had no idea what was happening, but then… how could he?
“I have no idea what’s happening.” said Dave.
“I’ve learned to just roll with it.” replied Greg.
“It helps to sing that – I get knocked down, but I get up again – song in your head. Keeps you from focusing too much on the particulars.” added Carol.
With a wave goodbye to all these somewhat lame and cardboard characters TheLongTalk stepped up on to Dwight’s hoover scooter.
“You don’t mind do you?” asked TheLongTalk.
“Would it matter if I did?” replied Dwight with a sly smile.
“Come along Jennifer.”
Jennifer stood up straighter, slipping out of her near to permanent slacker slouch.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re coming with me.” said TheLongTalk.
“Why?’ asked Jennifer.
“Cause, although you’re pretty sullen and moody, you’re easily the hottest woman in this story.” said TheLongTalk.
“Wow.” Jennifer blushed. “You’re too much.”
“Damn straight I am, now getty up.”
And with a kick to the side of old Dwight Howard’s cherry red hoover scooter, TheLongTalk rode off into the sunset with the hottest girl he’d written into this bat crap crazy nonsense.
– The End