In a Nancy Reagan
anti-drug inspired moment of brilliance, our poorly wrought heroine shouted, "No!
" as she removed the towel
from her head and snapped the geriatric djinn
right in the mug
The thoroughtly confused djinn
vanished in a puff of logic
thanked (insert deity here
) that she had recently taken a night course in British Sci-fi/Comedy Literature.
looked disconcertedly around the room. "That's funny. My lantern's gone but the room is still lit." Dinka
was still puzzling over this fortuitous continuity error when she nearly stepped on Verne Troyer
. "Watch where you're going!" the midget
"Sorry. I was a bit preoccupied."
"Forget it." He reached in his pocket and withdrew a small tin container. "Mint?"
peered at the tiny blue
tablets in the tin. She snatched a red
mint and popped it in her mouth. Out of the bottom edge of her sight she thought she saw a blob of lime green Jell-o
(with pear chunks, if she wasn't mistaken) skitter across the room. Turning around to avoid Mr. Troyer, she bumps into something squishy.