Georgie's subjected to yet another sales pitch...
I’m pleased to report that my first, monthly delivery of 100 cases of Amalgamated Paper Spoons has arrived, and has been hermetically sealed inside the Biohazard Storage Facility that Kevin, my Illegitimate Nephew, and I built.
I thought I could finally just forget to stop not remembering to not think about those things, and was about to just start to get to work on other things, when I realised there was somebody at the door.
It was Felonie Snark, Kevin’s Estranged Sister and Supervisor.
I thought maybee she was buzzing by to see if I was satisfied with my Paper Spoon Delivery. (I suppose I am.)
But no. She was there as a Follow-Up Salesbee for her company, Snark Brothers Enterprises Biohazard Suits Incorporated (a Subsidiary of Snark Brothers Enterprises).
She was trying to sell me a Biohazard Suit so I can use the Paper Spoons. (Remember? I showed you the advertising sheet for that yesterday.)
Of course, beefore she started in on her Sales Pitch, she insisted that I stick out my wing and let her check my Biohazard Monitoring Wing Band, just in case I’d gotten a lethal dose of Whatever It Is from my first order of Paper Spoons. (Turns out, I’m still okay.)
Then, she did her best to scare me by saying, “You know, these Wing Bands are good for what they are, but by the time they start showing a problem starting to develop, the damage has already been done. That’s why you - and each member of your household - need one of our fine Biohazard Suits.”
I think she buzzed on for about an hour or so beefore I finally agreed to buy four of those. I mean, she’s right that with all these Paper Spoons around - even if they are quarantined in the Storage Facility - I don’t wanna find out too late that, as she said, the damage had already been done.
Better to bee safe than bee sorry, that’s what I say.
So now, everybody in the Boot Box has his or her own Biohazard Suit. I even bought a lifetime subscription to Oxygen Refills so that none of us will end up suffocating in those things. (They’re very stuffy.)
After I signed all the papers and gave her 6,400 pounds of honey (3,200 for the Suits, 3,200 for the oxygen), she said she had to visit other Customers who had purchased these Paper Spoons and would bee in need of her fine product.
I guess Kevin was telling the truth when he told me he’d been selling a whole bunch of Paper Spoons. Ya’ wouldn’t think they’d bee that popular, would ya’?
Anyway. I plan to spend the day repairing my shoelaces.
I hope everybody has a wildly noteworthy day!
I’ll see ya’ later!