You feared for your life when he tried to kill you. You couldn't contain your rage anymore.
You looked over and saw a thumb tac on the floor. You ran over to it and picked it up. It was heavy to you.
You walked over to his flipflops.
" Hmmm, should I put it on his flipflop?" you wondered out loud.
Then you remembered that he slides his feet in so it wouldn't work. Then you recalled he always stops at his flipflops. Looks at them and then slide them on.
You place the thumb tac a short length back from his flip-flop. You measured the distance his from the flip-flop where the heal of his foot would be so when he stepped on it, he would put full pressure on it.
You hear the water stop. You quickly run over to his flip-flop and just stand on it where his heal would be waiting for revenge.
The bathroom door swings open and out comes a dressed up Wil Anderson.
" Hope you don't mind me being so slow little bug," he said," let me put my flip-flops on and then crush you because I don't want blood on my clean feet."
You started to get angrier hearing he values his feet more than you.
He comes over to his flip-flops. One foot stops in front of the flip-flop and then the other right on top of the thumb tac.
" OOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, damn it!!!!" he yelled.
He fell back and hit the ground hard. You couldn't help seeing his load. He looked at the bottom of his foot and removed the thumb tac. He looked over at his flip-flops. You waved.
" This sounds weird but that damn bug did this to me," he said.
He got up. You realized you made the mistake of waving at him and now his coming after you...
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