Don’t ask Us. We don’t know either.

Volume III:

Exaggerating is like Lying.

Caitlin was about to dig into a particularly large bowl of dollar store ramen when someone started pounding at the door. She slammed down her fork and yelled.

Caitlin: GO AWAY!

On the other side of the door was a panicked Liz who kept pounding on the door while looking over her shoulder worriedly every ten seconds.

Liz: Come on, Caitlin! Open up! It’s me!

Caitlin: I’m eating!

Liz: There is a giant bug in my apartment! You’ve gotta help me!

Caitlin: Fine.

She gets up and opens the door only to be shoved out of the way by an ashen faced Liz. She began to go through all the cubbards and drawers in the place as Caitlin went back to her now slightly colder meal.

Caitlin: What the hell are you looking for?

Liz: Bug spray. Or anything toxic.

Caitlin: Why would I keep that in the kitchen with all the stuff I eat?

Liz: People normally keep that stuff under the sink. Don’t you watch movies anymore?

Caitlin: What ever. Just check the bathroom.

Liz disappeared into the bathroom where she could be heard banging drawers open and shut and rummaging through all of Caitlin’s things. A couple minutes later she emerged triumphant with bottles of cleaning products and hair products.

Caitlin: Don’t you think that’s a bit much just for an itsy bitsy little bug.

Liz: This is no ordinary bug we’re up against. It’s go-

Caitlin: Hey! Who said anything about ‘we’? I’m trying to have a nice quiet meal.

Liz: You couldn’t do anything quietly for your life.

Caitlin: Oh yeah? Wanna bet?

Liz: Sure. If you can sit there and eat your meal in silence then you don’t have to help me with the monster in my apartment.

Caitlin: Your on!

Caitlin sat quietly for a minutes. Each spoon full she took scraped louder and louder on the bottom of the bowl. Soon she started to slurp each spoon full loudly. Then the humming started as well as foot taping. Within two minutes she was singing the words to ‘Lola’ by the Kinks.

Liz: See, I was right.

Caitlin: Curses!