Bob and George were at the bar enjoying some ice cold beers while pondering the bizarre events of the last two posts of this blog.
“Can you believe it?” Bob asked. “People drowning in slime and getting torn to shreds by butterflies just for insulting various forms of poetry.”
George shrugged. “Can’t be any worse than being in a story as dumb as this one.”
Suddenly George vanished into thin air, leaving nothing behind but an empty chair at the counter. Worse, his departure went unnoticed by everyone at the bar, including his friend Bob who continued drinking his beer as if nothing happened.
For you see, George suffered a fate worse than drowning in slime and getting attacked by butterflies.
George was written out of the story.