I slurped up the last of my bunion juice as the therapist talked.
"How many cancers have you had?" She asks.
"Well I have had skin, lung, bowel, liver, and terminal cancer." I smile.
"Oh ok so you are quite healthy?" She asks.
"Yes miss trunchen" I say whilst rubbing my spit into the floorboards. But then my phone rang. It was the police.
"You are under arrest for murder!" The policeman says.
"But I did not murder anyone!" I scream.
"Yes you did! We found your DNA on the corpse of Perez Hilton!"
"Oh yes I forgot! He wouldn't let me use his sequin thong for my stripper project." I say.
But as quick as a flash I pulled out a frazzled orphan from my rucksack.
"Oops wrong thing!" I say as I stuff the burned child back into my ziplock bag.
I reached back in and took out an atomic bomb. I accidentally set it off and it was going to explode in 5 seconds. Then I realised that my liver cancer had come back and I screamed as my dementia got worse. Then the bomb exploded, destroying me and my shrivelled liver.
