Marie let herself in. Joel was eating breakfast.

Marie let herself in. Joel was eating breakfast. "You went to him again?" he said. "I didn't expect you to be here," she replied. "It's my house."

"And I pretend it's mine," she said. He said, "so did you go to him in the biblical sense?" "Go to doesn't have a biblical sense, just that stupid neologistic one. He's my go to."

"Well, I'm glad that's settled. Cup of tea?" Before she could respond, he thumped her over the head with his Bible. She came to in the Pentagram Chamber, hearing his wicked

Boston accent made her sick because it was just too obvious. She snapped her fingers at the pentagram on the wall and said, "Look here, this is highly rebukable and so, with great

" I held up my hand. "Lady, please. Words without the letter R? My friends and I find Agrukhralikhrar to be agreeable and propitious." Something adjusted the place settings. She ba

-rely had time to put out the salad forks when all the place settings were re-arranged again. The pudding spoons were in the floral arrangement and the butter knives were in the

medicine cabinet right next to the Preparation H. She gazed at the clock and panicked, knowing her guests would soon arrive. 'Where on Earth could the salad forks be?' she thought

Then she remembered, Blue would be arriving a half-hour before guests to assist. She gathered the poop-covered forks and tossed them in the dishwasher.

The poop refused to go down the drain and pretty quickly had clogged the dishwasher's drain. The water started building up. Blue didn't show and the poop water ruined her party.