Category: Misc

I took a trip to Wal*Mart and purchased a shotgun and a few cases of ammo. There's no way I was going to just let a bunch of zombies and demons take my house without a fight. No, sir. I went home, armed to the teeth, and ready to kick some ass. But there were no monsters.

I went inside and called out for Jeeves. He appeared promptly. "Jeeves," I said, "did you and Remington turn into zombies yesterday while legions from Hell roamed willy-nilly throughout my home destroying my property?"

"Not that I'm aware of, sir," stated Jeeves.

"Then how do you explain this twisted ankle?" I pointed down to my now disfigured ankle.

"You injured it during your racquetball game yesterday morning. Perhaps your pain medication made you hallucinate," explained Jeeves, "You disappeared yesterday evening. Quite frankly, sir, I was worried."

"Oh. Right. Well, then. Do you think you can return all of this ammunition to Wal*Mart for me?"

"Certainly, sir."

"You're a good man, Jeeves."

"Sir."

And that's that.