Posted at 9:27 am on Aug 29, 2015 by:
Deadblood (Undisputed Mortal Wrestling Champion)
Mr. Riddle was watching you? Laurie, Mr. Riddle is eighty-seven!
"Are they sure it wasn't one of your freaky CW friends?" Sheri asked deadpan. "That sounds like something one of them would do."
"No, I don't think it was." He sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote to turn up the TV further.
Newscaster: "The police advise that if you know anyone who has the means to pull off something like this that you report them immediately."
"I guess just about every construction company's going to be investigated then." She walked over to sit on the sofa herself, bringing her plate of half-eaten food with her. "Maybe it was some disgruntled worker who got laid off."
DB shook his head. "I don't know. The kind of machine you'd need for a job like that would be noticed if it suddenly went missing."
"That doesn't mean anything." Sheri ate the last few bites of her syrup-dripping waffle. "Watch, I bet you it's someone connected to a construction company. If I'm right, you have to wash dirty dishes for a month."
He rolled his eyes again. "I usually wash them anyway. But I still think you might be wrong."
"We'll just see about that." She got back up to retrieve the next waffle out of the waffle maker.
He turned the TV's volume back down and flipped channels until he found a re-run of a 1980s action show. He didn't watch it however, instead getting back up to finish his own breakfast.
"So what do I get if I'm right?" he asked as he took a bite of his now lukewarm waffle.
