Not a thing we can skip."
"There's nothing you can say to make me!" Sigger cried, sulking in the
corner farthest from Kurt.
"In answer to your question, Taco Bell," he replied, looking up from a
red 2B.
"I think I'm going to puke," Kurt moaned, looking even rattier than
before and visibly greener as the pronouncement set in.
"I'm ready for that interview now," muttered Prof. Sigger, trotting to
the steel bars and waiting like an obedient schoolboy. The Lab Coat
Man nodded and marked an 'X' on a white page.
9. A weird day's night
"There is no such thing as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds.
She is too wise or too cruel for that."
-- Oscar Wilde
Julia dashed into the Osco employees' entrance and punched in one
second before four o'clock. Accomplishing her day's goal of being on
somebody's payroll, she decided to catch her breath by sneaking a smoke
in the restroom. She caught Rhonda's eye at the check-out counter, who
gave her a smile and a nod that meant: "Join you in a second."
Kurt, aka. Butthead, hadn't replaced the dead bulbs yet, so Julia sat
on a toilet lid inside a claustrophobic's nightmare of a stall with
only pale, yellow light keeping her from absolute darkness.
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