When we went into Tartarus this morning, we were startled to find our workspace a disaster zone. The Mosquito, who was the last to use the space last night, not only did not do any of the assigned work (filing and what not) but apparently spent the evening cutting things out of paper for some unexplained reason (we suspect it was for a bulletin board display, though the Mosquito wouldn't tell us). We wouldn't care so much about this if the cutting mess had been cleaned up. But no, there were paper scraps all over the place.
"Spoof and Speck," you are saying, "why does this matter? What's a few paper scraps between friends?"
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| Just hug it out, right? |
First off, we remind you that Mosquito is not our friend. The friendship ship has long since sailed and probably sunk like the Titanic. Secondly, y'all don't know this but we are on scissor probation. Yes, you read that right. We had our scissors taken away for almost a year. The Hutt said we made too much of a mess when we cut things and we were only allowed to cut where the public could not see us. The scissors were returned provisionally this spring, with the warning that if we ever left a mess we would lose our scissors again, permanently this time.
Sure enough, before we could get the mess under control, along came the Hutt with a scowl. "What is all this? How could you make a mess already?"
"Uh, we didn't," said Spoof. "The Mosquito did this last night."
Just like that, the scowl vanished, replaced by the Hutt's super creepy smile.
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| Yeah, it's kind of like that. |
"Oh, that's okay then," the Hutt said.
We wanted to scream. Instead, we complained to Shoes, hoping someone would back us up. What were we thinking? Shoes acted like we were crazy and unreasonable.
We can only conclude that everything the Mosquito does, no matter how wrong, is right. We are so sick of it.
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| Substitute "Mosquito" for "Charlie Brown" and that's pretty much our feelings |
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