The Three B's

5

Narrator's POV

Bob and Billy had just gotten back from ths hospital. To everyone's relief, it was just a little scratch so Billy was A-OK physically. Mentally though....let's just say he was enraged. Flaming. On fire. 🔥. Literally any adjective or synonym that means angry, and Bob well idk. Bob is just being good ol Bob. Like, i know I'm supposed to be the narrator here but even i don't know what's going through his mind so i guess we're all in for a surprise this chapter. And yes, that was a fourth wall break. Anyways, Bob opened the door and the scene before their eyes was....very surprising and also very impossible. Betty was lying in front of a bowl a steaming grits in a maid outfit. Did someone break into their home while they were gone? Or was this the work of pure magic? I guess we'll never know. Because the gun can't talk. Or move. Or do anything besides shoot bullets and injure other people or break other objects. It is literally an inanimate object and it has more of a love life than i do. The world is a cruel, cruel place. Ok, enough ranting. So Billy and Bob sit down at the table, thanked Betty for cooking their meal (it literally couldn't have been anyone else because they both don't have any other friends and the only family they have that's still alive have no clue where they live), and reluctantly ate the meal, which looked like mashed potatoes if mashed potatoes were crunchy. It tasted horrendous, but out of politeness they forced down the contents of their bowls (and even some of the bowls themselves to wash it down) and thanked Betty for cooking that "delicious" meal.