How could I ever trust her if she talks behind

How could I ever trust her if she talks behind my back! This is an important mission and Rebecca was going to ruin it if I didn't stop her first.

I mixed Comanpracil in her Hopi tuna tea. Becky kept secrets like a sieve retains water. The mission won't be compromised by her wagging tongue. I reported to the Herb Tea Overlord

with Becky zzz-ing in a bag. I held her tongue as the Herb Tea Overload poured hot tea on it. "This'll end yer yappin', mole," he said. She didn't wake. Comanapracil: ruins torture

before it's time. But then Lipton showed up and the Herb Tea Overload was in hot water. Lipton brewed up a plan to bag the evil leafy ruler.

The Herb Tea Overload might have been in hot water but he used the time to simmer over the problem of Lipton and the storebrands behind him. The whistle when he blew his top would

jolt us awake in the evening always when we were just getting cozy. Tea spilled; scones crumbled. The Herbal Tea man once worked at the Subtle Tea House. He had to learn

The tea ceremonies of the Zen monks and use them to enlighten people. The Master himself knee we needed to be enlightened. After that we took no-doz and the Master didn't mind.

The Master kneed us all in our groins to further enlighten us, and lo- we no longer needed No-Doz to stay awake. On day five I began to hallucinate a chorus line of Bendy Santas.

Of maybe they were Rockettes. I wasn't sure, but they pulled me up to join them. Kick! Kick! Higher! My brain bounced against my skull. STAY AWAKE, they urged! I levitated

slowly, wobbling a lot. The maybe-Rockettes smiled encouragingly at me as they boosted away. I tried to follow them, but I was too slow. I stopped, floated, and finished my beer.