Finally, HE broke the silence. The disgusting orange bulb frowned, and said an eerily familiar line: "NO. I don't want THAT."
"Like frick you don't. Screw you, get out of my sight." Zeke was losing it. In the whole year I've known him, I've never seen his eyes like this. It was pretty hot.
"Well shoot, I better git! I didn't realize I had competition! HEEEHEHEHEH!!! OH! And as for you, Ms Rein, you either meet me for a hot date at the Barnyard Disco tomorrow night, or get what's comin' to yuh!" And with that, he left. He stepped out the door, and shuffled off to the left. Gone.
"He, what an ordeal, amirite? Lol, back to work I guess," I squeezed out, feeling pretty awkward.
"Are you kidding Rein? We're getting out of here! You need to be as far away as that pedophile as possible! I'd suggest at least moving to Pluto."
"I'm okay, Zeke. Do I look hurt? I need this paycheck, and how hard can it be to go on one date at a disco?"
"Don't lie to me. You didn't look 'fine' when you where clinging to that pen for protection. Screw his disco, we're leaving, finding another job. You said it yourself, you hate this town."
"But you heard the guy! If I don't tough through this I'll 'get what's coming', and whatever he means by that, it's not positive. I'll talk to my dog about it, ok? As for now, my shift's over, I'm going home. Bye, Zeke. And thanks."
"But... Fine whatever, just don't let him see your pumpkin patch..."
