I float in through an ajar entrance before addressing a hexagonal group of young secondary school females.
"There are plenty of salads in my ceramic bowls."
They seemed affronted by my assurance of the salad and bowl issue, but I pressed on nonetheless.
"I fear it's been too long since last our lobster kittens."
It was upon this beautifully crafted conversation starts that one plain looking girl fainted.
Father
By Don Piano
Ignoring her rude action, I tried my best to address the tall one.
"Could it be I was mistaken with my assumption of the conversations mating pattern?"
My reputation happened to precede me, which was unfortunate for it, as it would be transformed into a backyard.
As the girl was shocked mute with embarrassment, I decided to cease discussion upon myself, and seek out the answers of their collective kitchen cabinetry.
"How are the microphone crops?"
This did absolutely nothing to quell their perturbed state, but one of them did finally now gain enough courage to speak.
"Are you trying to sell us something?!" This rather fiery one asked with renewed confidence.
"Purchase! Purchase!" I yelled with a certain zealous tone.
While in truth, I possessed nothing to sell, the very concept of entrepreneurship was enlightening.
"Let's go steak hands! Three poodles for nine blades of grass! Pay up!"
The customers then began backing away, teetering dangerously close to the global warming point. However, I admire the efforts of the dull one, fresh from the faint, in stopping the other girls, and saving the existence of our poodle and grass transaction.
"Why you gotta be saying things like that?" She asked, concern playing red rover with the wind.
"Too late! I'm in love hedge!" I changed the setting, mood, and earth rotation on a whim.
"What?!" It appears she was ignorant of unusual feline courting doctrines.
"You are stupendously built for dense matrimony!" I pounced with every molecule of soft serve ice cream inside me.
However, the unwilling girl had already began running away, along with the rest of her flock.
Sighing a sigh of life's mysteries, I let them construct their escape.
This is why I punish my reputation for preceding me!
There will be more, you have been warned.