It wasTuck's night out and he wanted to go

It wasTuck's night out and he wanted to go to The Electric Triangle. He put on his favourite t-shirt which read S. O. B. (Save Our Boulevards). He dyed his hair fire engine red.

He also added orange and yellow highlights to complete the look. Tuck didn't seem to notice the stares at the local fireman's BBQ party. All of his chums from The Electric Triangle

were busy throwing beers into the creek and chortling obnoxiously, slapping each other on the back. "Like that one time with your ex-girlfriend, right, Tuck?" Tuck blanched.

Tuck had dumped Blanche and then Blanche had turned around and gotten herself a tummy-tuck and married some guy who'd had a job for two years. Tuck had been a fool and he knew it.

But Tuck blanched at the prospect of eating humble pie and admitting this to tummy tucked Blanche for even though Blanche got a TT job she was still the same old Blanche underneath

it all. Blanche was visibly salivating at the prospect of snatching up Tuck's humble pie. She preferred eating crow to humble pie but she was not about to let that pie go uneaten.

Blanche considered; eating her own words always made her feel like she was going to vomit, but if doing so gave her a better shot at that humble pie...well maybe this once...

Words like FUTON and AUTUMNAL were palatable enough, thought Blanche, but SORRY and EMBARRASSED just stuck in her chest and had the taste of copper batteries. Welp, time to dig in

to another phat bowl of multi media word salad. "Escuse me, waiter? Can I have two more sides of hot sauce and two more sides of ranch, please?". Blanche couldn't stomach

the gluttony any longer. Her eyes rolled backwards and popped out of her head, two hunting drones. When the first one detonated, the wall cracked. The second one freed us all.