Eating Feta Cheeese upside down with general Charlie.
It’s been nine days. I guess I owe you all a little something.
Too damn bad. I’ve been busy.
Ou still want to read something? Okay, fine, let’s see what I’ve written during Electronics class recently.
Oh. Nothing that I’ve finished. Hmm… Time to dig through the archives once more. Ah, hell, those are running dry. I’ll just give you another Steve Story…. Even if you’ve read this one before, it’s got a different ending now.
Steve, you appear to be hanging yourself, Steve.
Yes, yes. It’s quite painful.
But why are you doing this, Steve?
I just wanted to know what would happen if I tied this rope around my neck and kicked the chair out from under myself.
Oh… I think I heard on the discovery channel that that’s how people die.
Really? Fascinating.
It is.
Indeed.
Well, Steve, maybe you should unhang yourself. It would be inconvenient if you were to die.
Sure thing… Say, would you get the chair I kicked out from under myself so that I can stand on something, allowing me to untie myself?
Where is it?
It fell out the window and splintered.
It doesn’t do much good like that, Steve.
No, I suppose not. Well, could you please at least lift me up some as to slacken the rope?
I was going to go out to water the garden, but since you asked nicely… Well, Steve, I can’t do it.
You can’t?
No. No I can’t, Steve. You’re too high. Say, that must have been some tall chair.
It was pretty big. I had always thought it was yours. Perhaps it belongs to that mime who lived with us for two weeks.
The Panamanian one or the mime from Cuba?
The Panamanian.
It’s possible.
Well, I guess I can cut the rope with my pocketknife.
Go right ahead, Steve… Um, Steve, you appear to be directly above me, Steve, so that means you’ll fall right on… Yep, you did fall right on top of me, and Steve, now my lungs have been crushed.
Yes, well, you’ll live.
But, Steve, there’s an angry Panamanian mime killing us fro breaking his chair. I cry.
Too damn bad. I’ve been busy.
Ou still want to read something? Okay, fine, let’s see what I’ve written during Electronics class recently.
Oh. Nothing that I’ve finished. Hmm… Time to dig through the archives once more. Ah, hell, those are running dry. I’ll just give you another Steve Story…. Even if you’ve read this one before, it’s got a different ending now.
Steve, you appear to be hanging yourself, Steve.
Yes, yes. It’s quite painful.
But why are you doing this, Steve?
I just wanted to know what would happen if I tied this rope around my neck and kicked the chair out from under myself.
Oh… I think I heard on the discovery channel that that’s how people die.
Really? Fascinating.
It is.
Indeed.
Well, Steve, maybe you should unhang yourself. It would be inconvenient if you were to die.
Sure thing… Say, would you get the chair I kicked out from under myself so that I can stand on something, allowing me to untie myself?
Where is it?
It fell out the window and splintered.
It doesn’t do much good like that, Steve.
No, I suppose not. Well, could you please at least lift me up some as to slacken the rope?
I was going to go out to water the garden, but since you asked nicely… Well, Steve, I can’t do it.
You can’t?
No. No I can’t, Steve. You’re too high. Say, that must have been some tall chair.
It was pretty big. I had always thought it was yours. Perhaps it belongs to that mime who lived with us for two weeks.
The Panamanian one or the mime from Cuba?
The Panamanian.
It’s possible.
Well, I guess I can cut the rope with my pocketknife.
Go right ahead, Steve… Um, Steve, you appear to be directly above me, Steve, so that means you’ll fall right on… Yep, you did fall right on top of me, and Steve, now my lungs have been crushed.
Yes, well, you’ll live.
But, Steve, there’s an angry Panamanian mime killing us fro breaking his chair. I cry.