It started out as a pleasant ride but by the end of the night, I knew if I didn't stay hidden from this crazy person, I wouldn't survive until the morning.
He wielded 42 small yo-yos, each with 2 consonants carved into them.
I watched as they oscillated back and forth like Newton's cradle.
Reminded me of the time I saw a cowboy juggling potatoes.
But then I heard a voice exclaim "These posts are gonna get really long if the rules don't change!"
Then the same voice muttered in a weary sigh "I wish people would read the instructions".
Unsure of where the voices were coming from, I decided that now was the time to whip out my balisong.
Then I knew; I had brought a knife to a gun fight.
After that, it was time for @
humfrz's nap.
The End.
OR WAS IT!?