Day CCXXIX

IGOR

    “Please don’t eat us Mr. Zombie!” Sonia screeched.

    “What are you doing here?” Iggy asked.

    “Who you?” Morgana pleaded.

    “My name is Igor…” That as far as he got.

     “Eeeee eee gor, dat dat’s Frankensteins helper,” Sonia squealed, as she pointed at him.

    Realizing he was still holding the bloody scalpel, he dropped it to the ground, and extended his empty hands out to them, to show them he meant them no  harm, and loudly, but softly said,

    “What are you talking about…get a hold of yourselves, will ya, that’s only a stupid freaking movie!”

     “So who is ya?” Morgana pleaded again.

     “I’m Horhay’s fada! But more to the point, what are ya doing hea?”

     “We’s at Georgie’s party, an he don sent us down dem stairs, tada toilet.”

     Iggy smiled, he had been through this crap before, but it had never been as bad as this. Nobody had ever had a bowel movement or urinated on themselves before.

     “Why ya smiling, diz ain’t funny mista!” Sonia, with angry tears in her eyes, and getting angrier by the second, screamed.

     “Oh I know this isn’t funny, Horhay has done this before, but I’ve never seen anybody shit themselves.”

     “Oh shit girl, ya really do stink!” Sonia laughed, as she held her nose, and moved away from her.

    “Ooooo dat moderfacker!” Morgana cried as she stomped her feet on the ground like a little girl.

    “Wat we gon do na?” Sonia squeaked.

    “We cain’t even go home, my poise an tings is bak da.”

    “Me too!”

    “We cain’t go bak da like diz!”