FIFTY-FOUR. Child.
You've temporarily turned into a child -- what do you do?
Denny Crane always knew this day would come. He finds himself saying that a lot lately, which nearly everyone chalks up to a symptom of old age. But, he knows things. He won't go as far as to call himself a psychic, because they're all fakes and phonies, funded by the democratic party. But ( Read more... )
Denny Crane always knew this day would come. He finds himself saying that a lot lately, which nearly everyone chalks up to a symptom of old age. But, he knows things. He won't go as far as to call himself a psychic, because they're all fakes and phonies, funded by the democratic party. But ( Read more... )
Comments 9
"To: denny.crane@cps.org
From: alan.shore@cps.org
Subject: Our nightly rendezvous
Denny,
I'm afraid I have no choice but to beg out of balcony time tonight (as well as the remainder of the workday, but that's another, less interesting matter). I've contracted a highly contagious if essentially hsrmless illness and it has been recommended that I minimize my contact with others for the next few days.
Accordingly, I ask that you please postpone any shootings until next Thursday at the earliest.
Regretfully,
Alan"
Alan is crouched under his desk, draped in a dress shirt that's about twice his size.
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From: denny.crane@cps.org
Subject: RE: Our nightly rendezvous
Alan,
Get out from under your desk. I'm a kid too. Come to my office. I have juice and cookies and coloring books. I've been preparing for this day for years.
Why does no one listen to me?
Come in here, otherwise I will chase you out with water guns. Say, wouldn't it be fun to throw things off the balcony?
I'm waiting,
Denny Crane
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From: alan.shore@cps.org
Subject: RE: Our nightly rendezvous
Denny,
I am not hiding under my desk.
Emphatically,
Alan
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From: denny.crane@cps.org
Subject: RE: Our nightly rendezvous
Alan,
Are too.
Making-faces-at-you,
Denny Crane
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