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IT, I think your a cool guy and all, but the children… why eat the children? I’ll give you three reasons that you should eat adult instead of children.
- Adults have more juicy juicy meat. The average adult weight in North America being 80.7 kg (177.9 lb) and then with the average North American child(around 10 years old) weighing 30.8 kg (68lb) you can get over twice the meat. Plus adults gain more muscle mass than children. With more muscle mass comes more juicy delicious tender meat. With all that good good meat in you, your little 27 year catnaps can definitely last longer, and you’ll sleep better too.
- Adults can have fear too. Not only kids can have fear. You know you don’t have to be a clown. You can turn into unpaid bills, incomplete taxes, or even something so cruel as a bank account in debt. If you pulled this off I know you’d scare the bejeezus out of my mom or dad. Think of how much fear you could obtain. Plus the screams… oh the screams. They would be wondrous! So loud, so fulfilling, so stellar.
- Adults are easier to catch. Think of this. A small child scared out of his or her mind. They run the other direction and right as you touch the little striped shirt of theirs, they crawl under a stupid fence and get away. Wow. What a let down. If that was adult you would have had yourself a nice red hamstring or tender humerus. Plus adults tend to be more socially active then children. That means that you can have a steak party at Dave’s house.
That’s my case as why I think you should go after adults and stop eating those small, fast, arrogant creatures kids are.
P.S. I only wrote this to say that THE CHILDREN ARE MINE, LEAVE THEM TO ME.
Once the young, fit, school hottie got to the morgue they started taking blood tests,
”that’s weird. His blood… It’s switching between O positive and O negative on the monitor. Probably just the system.”
He then went on to do a body search,
”large truama on the ribs. Small strikes on the back. Yep this looks like a big fall.”
time flew like a jet plane across the sky. Lunch… dinner then close up shop and go to bed. Something felt wrong with that boy there though,
”I mean he did die. And it is my first patient at the new office.”
He poured himself a glass of his 2-liter Dr.Pepper. But tonight he was tired after sitting at the computer for a while so he didn’t stay up to watch Family Feud and instead went to bed at 9:00.
The next morning he woke up in grumps and groans. Stevens back always hurts when he has more than normal of computer time. When he got to work he sat down and stared at the door that lay behind hold the body.
Suddenly he got his head twisted twice around by a large cockroach like monster. Then the soul gets sucked out of Steven. And the monster is now Stevens body.
“Welcome, and thanks for joining Massachusetts Institute of Technology Hospital morgue staff. We hope you’re around for a while. I’ll tell you, we’ve been looking for someone with a… certain expertise,” a nice sounding tour guide said.
“Thanks, I guess?” a brown haired man with a goatee that looked like it was just cleanly shaved said questionably.“Okay, let’s get to work, Joseph,” he mumbled to himself as he slowly stepped into the echoing, chilling and eerie morgue.
He had worked in these death facilities for 8 years but this one felt just a tad different.”possibly a bit cooler I suppose,” he said as a chill ran down his back like a cool river flowing rapidly through a canyon.”sink over here, latex gloves over there. Looks pretty similar to me. Ready to get started tomorrow,”
Joseph went back home that night. Bags around his eyes, slumped over and immediately put on that nice terry cloth robe he got on his trip to Vegas in 2010. He got a glass of Dr.Pepper, watched the 10:00 Family Feud and then went to sleep.
The next morning he got up put on his new Red and Black button down shirt with a MIT logo on the pocket, and some khakis. He got his Prius hybrid and headed to school. He got into the morgue and then went to his office. He sat down in his new leather chair and IKEA Mickey desk and let out a large sigh.
”Beep. Mr. Slayder we need you in the front entrance closest to the hospital. Beep.”
” Okay,” he said as he stood up and stretched his back,” Let’s get going with this,” he starting jogging to the front of the building getting progressively faster. “What do we got?”
” Steven Johnson. Freak helicopter or airplane incident. Found in a small piece of forest just east of here. Confirmed deceased.”
“Dad?” Richie said with the most confused look on his face.
“I needed to hide out for a little while. I was on the biggest hitmen in the worlds list. Top order. I was ex seal team six. Once I left after 12 years in service I felt something was wrong. A hit man. He had been looking for me because I had exploded a illegal arms dealer three months before I left the military. I had hired a look alike to take you after I bought you ice cream. He willfully knew he was going to die for me. He was a great colleague.”
“I’m shocked.” Richie quietly said. “ I’m at a loss for words”
“Run.” His dad says right before…
Splat! Blood goes everywhere with a bullet strait through Richies dads brain.
When Richie gets home he tells his mom about every.
“It was dad. He he’s here…bu but he he got shot. Blood everywhere!”
Richie got traumatized and went to a mental hospital for 32 years. Nobody knows if he was really telling the truth.
Even with a lot of food and caffeine in me I somehow couldn’t keep myself awake in class. When I was in english class though I was especially tired. Every time my teacher Mrs.Teller Would ramble, ramble, ramble. My head would fall down the back side of my arm. Less and less supported by it. Until I slumped over on my desk, asleep.
Rapidly something popped into my head It was a “white dream.” A vision in my head that showed a cart slowly rolling down a pearl hallway. My mind was telling me it was a tough place. A place you didn’t want to be in.
”WHACK!” A yard stick smacks down on my desk with a roaring crack.
”Wake up! We don’t make time for sleeping. DO WE!” Mrs.teller didn’t have the best reputation for being the nicest teacher. But I didn’t say a word to her ever after that. When I got home I felt sick. And not like common cold sick. I felt mentally sick. My mind felt like it needed to vomit something. Something bad.
Richie will remembered that moment for the rest of his life. For that was the most traumatic moment of his life… so far. To kill is to stand in front of someone and take their life away. Richie knew this as one of the most important lessons he will ever learn.
Richie ditches his last class because he knew there was a substitute. He walked down to the abandoned building grabbing a couple different size rocks and storing them in his backpack. He wanted vengeance on his father’s death.
The day was cold as he made his way to the building. A shiver running down his spine. When he made it to the building he was petrified of walking in. As soon as he stepped in the door he cold smell the smell of dust and rotting dry wall. His shaking body walked slowly and quietly throughout the building holding rocks in each hand. He knew that he would have to find the courage in him to lift a one thousand pound boulder to even be able to get close to that wretched monster.
He walks into a small room and behold… there is a man. A man with black hair with white roots.
”D-d-d-did you kill my father!?”
”No I did not,”he had a slight grin on his face.
”Then who are you?”
”I am your father,”he said with a chuckle.
”Let me explain.”
the look of her pale face frightened me to know end. Her black eyes made it look like I was staring into the face of death.
The next thing I know I was on the ground laying face up. I presume the basketball I dropped scared her off. I pulled my lifeless body of the autumn ground. I attempt to get home as quick as I can as the maroon leaves crunch before my feet. I couldn’t see strait and everything looked as if it were covered in dew.
When I reached home I knew I was as safe as I could be. I plopped over onto my queen sized comfy mattress fully clothed. The intimidation made me drowsy before I even knew it I was in a deep slumber. But I could still hear what was going on. My mom and dad had gotten home from grocery shopping late. I heard them disregard my sleeping and not worry about waking me up.
The next morning I woke up, ate four packets of instants oatmeal, then one bowl of cereal before I was on my way to school. For I knew that day of school I might have some trouble.
It was the day after the boy had gone into the abandoned building. He was walking to school that day still in a slight daze. He didn’t even realize that he accidentally walked strait into Ashton Harrison the infamous school bully.
” Hey butthead. Why don’t you find one of your little freinds to help you out here.” Said Ashton with a grin holding him in a headlock.
“Oh wait you don’t have any friends, Richie.” He erupts with laughter. He never liked being called by his name… Ever since his father was murdered.
He remembers the day he died like it was yesterday. It was a bright sunny day as Richies dad and him were walking down the avenue. Richie was five years old at the time. They had just gotten hot dogs and were having a wonderful day.
Suddenly they heard a loud burst. Richies small ears ached in pain as he looks over and sees his dads brain splattered on the sidewalk. His bloody red eye on Richies shoe. Richie starts crying and looks up and in the blur of his eyes he sees him… the man.
I now knew the police were coming. But I didn’t know what to do. My mind was telling me to get people to help. Although my body just stared. The time flew by fast as a jet flying over my head. When the police came I told them about the girl and the pale thing. They just told me I was in shock and what happened made my head imagine things. But even if they didn’t believe me I knew I had to figure out this…thing… and what it meant.
When I came home my mom was worried but thankful. She had heard what had happened and told me I was very responsible for calling the cops immediately. I told her thank you and that I just wanted some shuteye. That night I couldn’t rest. My mind could only think of her. And right as I was about to fall asleep I thought of what could happen to me if I wasn’t careful.
The next day after school I told my mom I was going to go practice basketball with my friends. She was suspicious at first then she realized that it was basketball season and let me go. My mom didn’t get out of the house much, though we had a connecting bond. I went to the part of the forest that wasn’t blocked off by highlighter yellow police tape and evidence markers standing on one corner about to go tumbling down. there were no people around. and then I saw it.