“They did WHAT?”
“Nope, I didn’t know about it.”
“Uh-huh.”
Glance at me. “I’ll ask [your name] as soon as we hang up.”
“They did WHAT?” “Nope, I didn’t know about it.” “Uh-huh.” Glance at me. “I’ll ask [your name] as soon as we hang up.”…
“They did WHAT?”
“Nope, I didn’t know about it.”
“Uh-huh.”
Glance at me. “I’ll ask [your name] as soon as we hang up.”
Uummmmm….
….noooo.
That would be fairly high on the sphincter tightening scale.
So…when did the blood return to your face?
Turns out it was an irksome but not too terrible thing one of my guys had done with a particular procedure. Mercifully a bigger distraction came along, allowing me to slip away …
Hey look!
It’s the ravenous bugbladder beast the thraal!
“Hey, look! It’s Haley’s comet!”