| Re: Hooks; let's write 'em. "What the hell is that?" she protested, staring at the plate of pink goo before her.
"Lunch," replied the dinner lady. "It's the governments new nutritional standards. Free-range, organic."
"But its moving," she said.
"Like I said, Free-range."
"But it's got eyes..."
"Uh-huh. That'd be the organic."
"And it's looking at me! It's.... AAAAAAARGH!" |