"Teleportation?" "Hello, asshole, time travel?"

"Teleportation?" "Hello, asshole, time travel?" The Indian drew his arrow further back. I didn't care because I was protected by the

magic force field of incredible lies, nothing could penetrate that. As the Indian's arrow went through my eye and into my brain I regained my senses. I would have started running

had the arrow piercing my cranium not thrown my balance into a tailspin. I thought through my options, which did not appear stellar, as I

cast my final "heal thyself" spell and the arrow popped out. I retaliated with a burning "hotfoot" gesture and dived behind the bookshelf.

My assailant put his flaming toe in a waste basket. Snarling, he tossed a bolt which completely exploded my cover. Grimoires went up in ashes. Kate knocked. "Am I interrupting?"

Of course, Krazy Kate had seen it all, since she was only two cubicles down. She just wanted to gloat over my bad "guys throwing fire at me" day. Wish I ad never dated her.

I rolled my chair back from my blackened cubicle and ran my hand through my singed hair. I ignored the sniggering Kate as I walked to my boss's office to file a complaint. Fire thr

eats were one thing, but blow-torching your colleague is quite another! Yeah, I was not only singed, but also pretty hot under the collar. My idiot boss thought the situation was

hilarious. Little did he know that the inevitably outrageous medical costs for my treatment would be coming out of his paycheck. Too bad he tasked me with reading his employment co

ffee leaves, because I don't know how to read coffee leaves, & to top it all off, I'm not even really sure that coffee has leaves. Doesn't it come from beans? Beans have leaves.