My Story From Last Meeting
(Loosely based on an episode of "Beavis and Butthead")

My random words are "hide" and "dude"

"Are there worse things than this?"

"Yes"

"Are there stranger things than this?"

"Yes"

There was a pause as the two friends huddled by the looming, metal vents on the roof of "Papa Squid's Burger Joint."

"Can you think of them, by any chance?" Romero Rickenbaugh asked, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Hot air smelling of cobwebs and french fries drifted lazily from the vents, tussling Joey Franké's frizzy red hair as he pondered Romero's question. All he could do was shrug.

"Do you remember those books we read in health class? They taught us all about safe sex, the food pyramid, puberty, and never to smoke weed, right? But then this comes along...and we've got no idea what to do."

As sweat broke out across Romero's forehead, Joey Franké could only laugh absentmindedly. "It seems kinda obvious, don't it?" he said. "You've just gotta hide, dude. After he finds us, who knows?"

Mr. Shtoonk's footsteps echoed on the bricks of the roof as he lumbered over with his hands in his pockets, grinning maliciously. "Turn around and show some iron, boys" he drawled, sounding uncannily like John Wayne. The smell of cheap ketchup smeared across his face and his scalp with hair torn wantonously off filled Romero's nostrils. "Saddle up, pilgrim!" He drew a handful of sporks from his pocket.

For the billionth time that evening, Romero Rickenbaugh wondered how drinking that cup of Red Bull and Hamburger drippings could have made Mr. Shtoonk act that strange. As scared as he was, Romero thought the image of his boss wrestling him to the ground with a handful of sporks while yelling "Take 'em to Missouri!" was pretty comical. The slamming of sporks against his head didn't even hurt....much. Romero knew his boss would be alright in the morning...and then, another day of flipping burgers would begin.