Emma: Need a Pepsi. *walks into the kitchen and sees an unknown man and screams*
Man: *middle aged, with brown hair, blue shirt, blue jeans, white sneakers, and speaks in a gruff voice* Sorry, girlie! Didn't mean to startle ya! *chuckles* Got a beer?
Emma: No, and who the heck are you?
Man: *gruff voice* Give me a beer, and I'll be out of your way. Gotta wet my whistle.
Emma: Get out of here, before I call the police!
Man: *gruff voice* Let me open the fridge. *opens it*
Mary: *whacks the man with a cartoon mallet* Take that, you loafer!
Man: *out cold with cartoon stars floating above him and his tongue sticking out*
Mary: *searches his wallet and looks at his Missouri's driver's license* He ain't even from around here! He came all the way from Missouri!
Emma: What year was he born?
Mary: 1965!
Emma: Jeez!
Mary: *walks outside and sees his black Ford Super Duty truck with a Missouri license plate on it* I'm calling the tow company! Emma, help me drag this creep outside!
Emma: Okay! *grabs his legs*
Mary: *grabs his hands* Ready?
Emma: Yeah. *holding his legs*
Man: *still out cold and being dragged outside by Emma and Mary*
This story was written on Saturday, April 8th, 2023.
A/N What kind of weirdo walks in and asks for beer? Ya see what I mean, folks? 🙄 Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.
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