"What up, Benson?" Ginger a dit walking over to him. "Nothing, really. So how's your tail doing?" "I is supposed to go to the doctor's today to get it checked out. I sure hope that it ain't infected." "What would happen if it was infected?" "I don't know..." There was a moment of silence. "I saw your articles in the paper." Benson said. "You like them?" "Yeah! They're mind bending..." "Well I gotta go and get my tail, looked, at..." Ginger stared at Benson for a few seconds, then she kissed him on the cheek. "See ya!" Ginger a dit getting on her motorcycle and driving off. Benson smiled. "She really likes me."
"Well! The results are in." Ginger's doctor said. "What's up?" "Well... That one part of your tail is infected. We'll have to remove it imedeintly." "YOUR GONNA CUT OFF MY TAIL!?!" "No! No, no. We're only removing that one part where it is infected." "Oh, Good! I thought toi were gonna cut off my whole tail!" "Come in tomorrow morning." "Ummmm... Okay, then!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
"Well! The results are in." Ginger's doctor said. "What's up?" "Well... That one part of your tail is infected. We'll have to remove it imedeintly." "YOUR GONNA CUT OFF MY TAIL!?!" "No! No, no. We're only removing that one part where it is infected." "Oh, Good! I thought toi were gonna cut off my whole tail!" "Come in tomorrow morning." "Ummmm... Okay, then!"
TO BE CONTINUED...
