I Made A Deal With An Old Man In A Food Court Bathroom

Part 16

Suddenly, the arm stopped moving. The gooey green mess stopped oozing, and the arm just laid there on the elevator floor.

We all just stared at it.

After a few seconds, Derek said to Corey, "Dude, You pick it up."

"No way, Man. Stephen, YOU pick it up." He replied.

"I'M not picking it up, Dude... Ricky, you pick it up.", Stephen said.

"I ain't touching that thing, Dude. It's gross.", Ricky stated.

"Guys...Guys...", I interrupted, "Nobody pick it up, okay! Just leave it there. Let's get the fuck out of here."

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

I extended my left hand to press the "Up" button on the panel board of the elevator.

Just as I was about to press it, the elevator door bell rang.

We all jumped, and grabbed each other in a group hug, and screamed continuously, assuming it was Ed-, um, the creature, coming to kill us.

I closed my eyes, as I heard the elevator door start to open.

Over our screams, we heard the loud booming voice of Bob say, "Boys...Boys... I thought you didn't roll like that.", and then he laughed.

Surprised, we all stopped screaming.

I opened my eyes, as we all let go of each other, stepped back, brushed ourselves off, and did an "I'm Cool" stance, looking around.

Just like that scene in the movie,  "Grease", where Jeff Conaway's character and John Travolta's character hugged after Kenickie asked Zuko to be his second at Thunder Road.

You know what I'm talking about, Right?

Anyway, I'm a huge John Travolta fan, I have all his movies on DVD, even all 4 seasons of "Welcome Back, Kotter,"

But, you don't really care about that.

Now, where was I? Umm!...Okay! The elevator! Right! Movin' on!

"Boys...Boys...Why are you screaming?", Bob asked, holding the door open.

We all looked down, in unison, at the arm, which had now returned to human form, and the gooey green mess that had turned into blood on the elevator floor.

Bob did the same, following our lead.

"We thought you were that... that Edgar creature, coming in to kill us.", I replied.

"Oh, Dear! Not Again!", Bob remarked, picking up the arm, "I truly apologize for this, Boys."

"Ed-GAR!", Bob yelled loudly.

"Yes, sir!", Edgar answered, almost immediately, appearing out of nowhere, standing next to Bob, in the elevator doorway, and missing his left arm.

Pieces of flesh and veins dangled from what was left of his left arm, where the door cut it off.

Blood was dripping everywhere.

His pants and his shirt were still torn and hanging off his body.

We all quickly stepped backwards, our backs slamming hard against the elevator wall, shaking nervously.

"Easy, Boys. He's not going to hurt you, are you, Edgar?", Bob asked him.

"No, sir!", Edgar replied.

We all relaxed at that point.

"Doesn't that hurt, Dude!", Corey asked.

"No!", Edgar replied sharply, "It kind of tickles a little."