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I stepped closer. “Whoa! Is that what I think it is?!”
The Cretin Brothers took a step back. Disbelief shown on their ugly faces. Reaching around in the purse my hand found my lipstick tube. I flicked it open and pepper spray hit both of the ugly Midnight Movers.
“Ooops” I said.
My heart thudded as the immediate arresting thoughts slammed me:
- I’d forgotten to re-stock the Xanax in this purse
- The phone number for 911 had completely escaped my mind
- That tube of lipstick had better not be lost. Revlon discontinued that shade
- The portable charger was easy to find in my bag
- We’re gonna need a bigger boat
As the ugly stick kids gagged and wiped at their eyes I hobbled over to the item they’d dropped. Tears of gratitude welled in my eyes. Bending down I grabbed the extension cord and plugged it into the charger. In an utterly selfless act I aimed the rounded end of the object towards Tall Guy’s tuchus. With a mighty push on the wheels a glow and hum began to emanate from the missile shaped package. They suddenly understood. Mascara running down his cheeks, Tall reached down to grab his ankles.
Short dark and ugly stood by and watched as the A-Bomb shot directly towards his comrade’s backside “Oh dear Gods! It’s a giant…..