Day CCXXIV

Dooors doors doors

     “Yo Ghoul, wa da toilet, man?” Morgana squealed.

     George looked at me, smiled, pointed at the wicked door, and responded:

     “Out dat doh sweets, down da stai ahs on ya left, it’s da foist doh on ya left ata bottom ada stai ahs.”

     She looked at him,

     “Stai ahs!”

     “Yea babe, stai ahs, ya na like da ones ya climb up and down.” He deadpanned as he moved his index and middle fingers back and forth at eye level.

     She opened the door, took one step out, and gasped:

     “Oh sheeet!”

    Then she looked down the long hall way to the right, and to the left. She hesitated, stepped back inside, and yelled,

     “Yo Sonia!”

     “Waaa at?”

     “Girl, please come wit me tada batwoom.”

     “Waaa at, da lil goil wants company tada lil goils woom?” She cooed.

     “Come on, lookey hea, okay,” she said as she stomped her feet on the floor.

     Reluctantly Sonia went over, and as they stepped out into the hallway, the door slammed shut behind them. Sonia looked left, right, and as they schlepped out into the hallway, towards the stairs, she looked back. The acid was starting to take its effect, and suddenly she was disoriented, all the doors looked the same, and she couldn’t remember which one was George’s.

     “Yo Morg!”

     “Don’t call me det, specially hea.”

     “A ite, a ite, but which one’s da Ghouls doh?”

     “Hail Ida na, I jest wanna git tada toilet!”

     “Yea, boot we’s lost, yo!”

      “Wada ya mean lost, his doh be ova…” She freaked out,

      “Which did you say?”

     “Bitch, I asked you!”

     “Les be cool, les not call each oda names, okay. Les jest go tada toilet foist, then when we comes bak we’ll figuah it out, even if we hasta open evy fweaking doh, okay.”

     “Okay, okay, so wa da toilet.”

     “He sed ata bottom ada stai ahs, foist doh ona left.”