"Another schlattwhapper accident? Why wouldn't the guys on scene touch– oh. Rubber chickens."

Whine.

"Yes, all right, sir. How many? One? Two? Three? Four? Five?"

Whine.

"Urf. And you're not wearing trousers or underwear, are you, sir?"

Whiiiiiiiiiiine!

"I was afraid of that. Jocelyn, would you call and see if proctology is awake?"

"He is. Proctology also wants to tell you that they didn't sign up for this chicken(cough) outfit."

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Remember folks, they've seen it all already.

schlattwhapper, n. The window shade that allows itself to be pulled down, hesitates for a second, then snaps up in your face.

Art © 2015 Marvin E. Fuller