SUNGLASSES

SUNGLASSES

not to be worn at night, or while operating heavy machinery. "Pah, these consumer warnings are for wusses". Slim whipped on his ultracool new sunglasses, revved up the bulldozer

Chaz put down his evening paper. What was that low rumble? Slipping on his loafers, he shuffled to the front door. A bulldozer charged through the darkness. "Slim?"

Chaz leapt aside. Slim's bulldozer smashed thru his house & rumbled on to PurpleProf's. What was that about? Wondered Chaz as he tried to fit 2 broken bits of lumber back together.

"What is the meaning of this?" PurpleProf blustered outside Slim's bulldozer. Slim rolled down the window and slipped PP a paper, who read it aloud: "FoldingStory was bought out!?

NOOO! You can't do this, SlimWhitman, not after all I've been through. Not FoldingStory! Not now! Not EVER!" Slim revved up the bulldozer. "You must move, PurpleProf, outta my way.

PurpleProf stepped aside as Slim drove the bulldozer next to Purple Prof. "So I guess I'll see you around Prof" said Slim. PurpleProf smiled and replied "

I-" the PurpleProf was cut off from a loud roar coming from a dark creature, a myth, a legend that is ALIVE! PurpleProf found himself running back to the purple Bahamas. Slim drove

"Till the momeraths outgrabe the cheshire cat" Then the guns fired off their salute