What can YOU say in six sentences?
Buddy’s not too big, but he looks a lot taller than he is—especially when he’s mad and standin’ up. When he saw Mr. Army Pants was makin’ Ms. Pancakes cry, he shot up from his chair, sprinted over, an wedged himself in between the disputing parties.
“Whoa, wait a minute, can’t we just talk this out, using our library voices?”
Mr. Army Pants was madder than a stubbed toe , and he yelled, “Mind your own business, Elmo, this here’s my ex-wife, and I’ll yell at her if I damned well want to.”
He was just about to punch Buddy (so he was kinda distracted), when I snuck up behind him and poured Buddy’s remaining carafe of maple syrup all over the guy’s head. Needless to say, Mr. Army Pants didn’t like being doused like a short stack of silver dollar pancakes, and I’m sorry to report, he expressed his disappointment by turning around and punching me several times before I heard the manager yell at Mr Army Pants, from behind the counter, “Hey, you’d better get out of here Pal, I called the cops and they’ll be here any second.