As I prepared for my 872nd posing in the mirror today I noticed the shirt pocket I had placed my toffee bar in had a cavernous hole of flesh in my chest directly behind it…
Horrified, I immediately filled it with toffee bars, appalled that I did not take advantage of this extra storage space sooner.
“Roses are red, Police lights are blue,” said the computer terminal. “Uh oh, there’s a missing semicolon on line 32 of paragraph 74, §341.32.21, and it appears that the entire facility is entering lockdown due to your negligence.”
I turned on the TV, expecting only the dullness of ads and the news. Instead, I saw well-armed government troops outside a suspiciously familiar building…