In such a sulk that his glory moment, had been more of a sorry one, Boswell forgot to pick up his strategically placed apple skin.
In what would have been a deliciously pre-meditated crime, Terri-Anne, quick to follow behind Boswell, determined to strike up a conversation with him after looking over at him and staring deep into his unmasked eyes...
crash, boom, whallop
The apple skin, perfectly suited to Boswell's out of the ordinary attempt at being different (he had been practising sliding on it after all), was not something Terri-Anne had ever encountered before...As her two legs splayed out into opposite directions from under her (she knew she shouldn't have worn those pink and yellow wedge clown shoes...the lady had convinced her, and she had a little too admittedly that this, yes, THIS would make Boswell notice her) she fell back.
The pigeon, not yet closed up by the others, electrodes still attached to the brain was the first thing she hit on her dramatic fall down to the cold, hard, ground of the operating theater..Terri-Anne reached out her arms to steady her fall, the electro-choloride-tetri anti sphincter a victim of her stupidly long clown arms. As it obeyed Newton and fell to the floor at a rapid speed, Terri-Anne called out, her scream piercing the silence of the theater as this horrific event slowly unraveled.
The bottle hit the floor, immediately reacting with the tiles, emitting a noxious toxic gas...the pigeon breathed deeply and thought to himself. 'Finally, these morons have made this crucial mistake - we have deceived them for so long. But finally, our secret weapon and the trigger has been released. HQ will be very happy with my efforts in fighting this war.' With that Terri-Anne's final descent into her fall caused her to sever the electrodes out of the pigeons brain..and its eyes closed for the final time
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