Jimmerssits at the computer.
God he hates his job,his debts...
The fish tank conflageration is still
fresh,cold and wet and painful at the front
of his mind.He feels like killing,killing,killing killing.....
Suddenly,his back arches."What in the hell?",he spits through
teeth chipped from years of bar and streetfights,his nostrils
flaring."god,man,that is awful".
He quickly(like a ninja,of course)bounces up from his chair,
and cursing,exits the room.
Once again,the porcupine is victim to his own noxious arse.
WOW!!!THAT WAS A BAD FART!!