"Do you smell something?" one of the kitsunes asked. "I think something's burning."
John sniffed the air. "Oh no!"
At this, the five rushed into the kitchen, and saw Bob with the fire extinguisher, trying to put out some flames,
The dragon grinned nervously. "Do we have a fifty gallon drum of water available for personal use?"
"What happened?" John asked, as he looked at the now scorched wall.
"Carolina Reaper," said Bob.
John groaned. "Didn't that time with the Bhut Jolokia, a.k.a. Ghost Chile, teach you anything? Don't eat peppers that have a really high Scoville Scale while on the job!"
"There's still the Dragon's Breath and Pepper X I've yet to try," said Bob. "I've had all of the other cultivars, unless there's some new ones I've yet to try."
"Stick your head in the lake, and after you drown yourself, get back to work," said Bob.
Jessy chuckled. "Him and hot peppers. Can't stand anything hotter than a Habanero myself."
"At least none of us live with him," said one of the kitsunes. "I just hope the bathroom is up to snuff. I remember the last time - you could smell the stench in the place across the street."
"I don't understand why people eat the really hot ones," said John. "I don't mind a little bit of heat to kick things up a notch, but it isn't much fun when all you get is pain." He then looked at the clock.
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