Brother’s Corvette
What’s with the body on the floor? Maybe it’s a surprise guest? I thought the cannibals on this island only ate volunteers. What do you say we go out back and cut our own hair? You go first, I’m afraid of heights. Since I de-weaponized my police profile, I’m a much better online dater. It’s wonderful being a part of something larger than myself, like the population at-large. After I became a self-made man, I threw out all my do-it-yourself tools. Fortunately, the dishes now wash themselves, but if anything goes wrong with the hospitality robots, I’m going to move in with the outsourced neighbors. They’ve entered a brand-new orbit and I should be completely awake by then. Of course, if they try again to blind me with their silence, all bets are off, although I like to think we’ve put that little kerfuffle about the faulty ammo behind us. Not every shooter can withstand the recoil. Say, what color is your brother’s Corvette? I think I just saw it on fire in the parking lot. No, I’m not worried. Got other plans.
