Sometimes I’m so mean I scare myself. This morning I came
near the room where Bit Dope was trying to take his blood pressure. He records it
for a class he’s taking and it is hilarious to watch. He’s the only person I know who
can run his readings up into the danger zone just by trying to get the cuff situated
on the BP machine. He was trying to get it on while, as you Earthling say, “Cussing
up a storm." He was playing some musical piece
to help him relax. Then I heard
him going “Om, om, om,” and things got real quiet.
I waited until I thought he was ready. Then I shapeshifted
into “Moscow Mitch” and walked around the corner.
Does anyone have a place I can stay for a few days? I’ll shift
into your favorite movie star while I’m there.
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