Indecision
Sonia looked at the picture next to the door,
and
“Oh man, it was dat
one!”
“Whaaa at?
“Da picture, da one
dat looks like Vincent Price, it’s next to da freaking Ghoul’s apartment.”
“Yea if only we had
remembered dat.”
“Oh no, thank
goodness we din’t!” Morgana sqealed.
“Why’s dat?”
“Cuz joo smelled like
a pot piss, an I smelt like a shit hole is why.”
“Yea ya right, they
would have never let us live det down.”
“Joo can bet yar
sweet ass on det!”
“So wada we do na?”
“We waltz in da like
nutin eva happened.”
“Yea but now we look
like vamps in diz black dresses, an they know we dint come hea wearing em.”
“Look Morgy, if we
had da reaction we did, they bound to has had da same. They won’t remember nuting.
They probably dint even miss us…don’t even na we bin don gone.”
“We bin gon a coupla
hours…at least.”
“Yea but they be
tripping.”
“So!”
“When ya tripping,
time flies. They won’t even na or ca wat time it be. Trust me!”
“I did, an look wat
joo gots me inta.”
“I said I’m sorry,
and I really, really mean it.”
“Oh…hokay!”
“So ya
wit me?”
“Okay! But wat is we
gon do?”
“We gon go in da an
ack like nuting eva happen, ya dig?”
“Hokay!”
“Okay on three we go
in.”
“One, two three…”
Sonia grabbed the door knob, and just as
she was about to lean into the door, Morgana grabbed her arm, and squealed:
“Wait wait waaaait a
minute,” she bent down, took off one shoe, smelled it, wrinkled her nose, and cried:
“Oh sheet it schtinks like caca, I can’t wear
diz sheet!”
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