Round and round and round he whirled, the world blurred as Isaac twirled.
Eyes heavy and breathing light, head aching with great might.
"Doggonit, boy! Get off that chair!", his boss scorned with a glare.
"I'm trying to reach the world beyond! A world where men know no wrong!"
"I don't know what the heck ya mean, don't tell me yer back on the weed."
"You bet I am and boy it's swell! How did you know? Was it the smell?"
"Partly yes, but don't you know, yer saying crud that confuses me so."
"Accept the truth you filthy oaf! The world beyond will take what's owed!"
"And what is that, you punky tool? I ought to fire your butt, you poor poor fool."
"The world beyond will consume us all, you can't run from our inevitable downfall!"
"You silly boy, why must you puff puff puff, no wonder your folks sold you away to me."
"Wait, what?"
"...err, I mean, ha ha ha, you little dummy, I'm gonna go get lunch...for my tummy."
The Bossman sped away, sweat running down his bald head.
Isaac sat there for a moment, twiddling his thumbs, "I think I know what this means."
"What?", the world beyond replied.
"I really need to buy more weed."
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Goofed: A Short Story Collection
Short StoryA multitude of goofs, all in one elegant collection.
