I stealthily entered the convention center, wary that I was entering a trap. A small note left on my desk during my lunch break instructed me to come to the facility right after work, with no explanation.
I came to the ballroom near the back, and immediately heard hushed whispers and even a stifled laugh. That’s when I flung the doors open, firing my laser cannon wildly, hoping to gain some element of surprise to my favor.
“EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!” I yelled, as dozens of people went up in plumes of smoke and fire. Within moments, it was over. Victory was mine. Or so I thought, until I read the banner hanging over the room.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERWOOD
“Yo man! What the hell are you doing? You just fried my family and friends!”
I turned and faced the frantic young man.
“Uhm….oops?”
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“You ruined my life!” he screamed, staring at the carnage.
Well, the way I see it, anyone’s life is ruined the moment they’re named “Sherwood”, but I kept quiet and helped him pick up the pieces, so to speak. By early afternoon, we had made a quaint little mass grave in the back lot of the convention center. Lacking tombstones, we improvised by writing people’s names on the cone-shaped party hats.
The entertainer – Snickles the Clown – had survived my onslaught, but we buried him anyway. We both hate clowns.
“Man oh man,” sniffed Sherwood, walking back to his apartment, “the only time I get thrown a surprise party, and it’s an ever bigger surprise than originally planned!”
I drooped a little, and Sherwood patted me on the dome. “Next time, get there a little earlier and go easy on the trigger finger, bud.”
“That’s a promise!” I replied, and we both had a pretty good laugh about the whole thing.
And the cake was really good! Anyone else ever try red velvet cake?
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