Three steps out the door and she heard the

Three steps out the door and she heard the click. It was a hair thin trip wire and her foot had broken it. A series of spring loaded gears fell into place, connecting two electric

klieg lights to outdoor powerpoints. Instantly their beams filled the sky, acting as a beacon to the Luftwaffe jets flying over head. In seconds, ordnance was headed earthward, and

then something plopped out of the sky. It thudded wet and heavy like a body. He investigated. In the bushes he found Goering's body. But if this was Goering, then who the hell

get Cowboy TV to do it! He can do anything!

He can even destroy a good folding half way through. Struck down in his prime, the folding had naught to do, but

wasn't nearly as nasty as the beating he had taken in back of the cafe after asking for mint leaves in his Evian. Well, really, what's a guy to do when the wheels come off?

This "barrista with an attitude" stuff was just crap. Sure, a fight can clear your head and he was looking for it, but still. He had yet to conquer Whole Foods, but

Whole Foods was looking to conquer him. They would fight day and night, tooth and nail to see who was the most nutritious. There would be no end to this courageous battle.

Trader Joe vowed then and there never to rest, never to stop. Except for 9pm to 9am daily. He was closed then.