By the next Tuesday, Paco was feeling the burn. The burn of 200 suns, located in his right eye. He suspected that it was contaminated with elephant feces from when he had talked to the elephant trainer. He was still too scared to talk to her. He wasn’t even sure what her name was, and he was far too scared to even admit to his friend the bearded lady that he liked the elephant trainer. Then he went to A&W restaurant, where he received massive amounts of literature on Jews for Jesus. He was unsure how this fit into the rest of his day, or why it was worth remembering, but he didn’t care.
Meanwhile, the Overly Large Retail Corporation & Spa®, had learned of Johnny’s death, and began to seek information on Paco. They weren’t sure that Paco had lived, as the accident report was not very through and Paco was not even mentioned in it. But they needed his DNA, and would do anything to get it.
“Do we even know if Paco was at the scene of the accident at all?” asked one corporate yes man.
“We believe that he was, he witnessed the whole thing,” replied the other.
“Then he may have wandered off in a confused state.”
“We believe he may always be in a confused state.”
“Damn it! Then he could be anywhere!”
“Except Mars.”
“What?”
“We have conducted an extensive search on the surface of Mars, and he was no where to be found. There is a chance he is below the surface, but llamas are not known to burrow often, so that is less than a 2.3% chance.”
“Wait, you felt the first place to search was all the way on Mars? Not a high percent gamble there.”
“My psychic told me to do it.”
“You asshole, you’re fired! Get the hell out of here!”
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