“Don’t Make Jokes About Poop”
“It’s my one rule.”- Olga’s younger and more receptive sister
- spider-infested genitals
- an awfully big adventure
- smelled like a liquor cabinet
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“Don’t make jokes about poop,” Tessa demanded. “It’s my one rule.” She slammed the outhouse door closed. “Now,” she said, turning her attention to John’s awkward situation, “what do we do about Olga’s younger and more receptive sister here?”
“We could dump him through the hole,” I lispingly suggested.
“I said no poop jokes!”
“This place has been abandoned for ages. Anyone who tried to use the toilet would wind up with spider-infested genitals. I’m sure that if we shove John down in there he’ll have an awfully big adventure, but not a terrifically stinky one.”
Below our tangled limbs, my trapped frenemy wriggled, trying to free himself. He worked up a sweat and soon the whole tiny room smelled like a liquor cabinet. I worried about the safety of using an oil lamp in such an atmosphere.
“Hey,” John’s voice resonated under the floor. “There’s a tunnel down here. It heads in the direction of Bumpengrynd. Push me through the hole and I’ll make my way there quickly, protected from the storm!”
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