“Daddy, how did you meet Mommy?”
“Well, son... long ago, Mommy was possessed, see, and I was sent to exorcise her.”
“Mommy needed exercise? Was she fat?”
“She was pregnant with the spawn of Satan, so I suppose you could say she was fat, yes.”
“She needed exercise like Barkbark, when he gets those funny tummy rolls?”
“I did have to put Mommy on a leash at one point, so it was a bit like Barkbark, yes...”
“But what happened to Mommy’s tummy fat? It was really a baby?”
“Yes. The spawn of Satan, son.”
“Satan’s my uncle?”
“Not exactly.”
[Hidden message (highlight text to see): I changed "exorcize" to "exorcise" for aesthetic reasons, not because the "-ize" ending is incorrect.]
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Sunday, April 30, 2006
100 Below: Volume 22
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