"Dude.. I'm not feeling so good"
Jericho groans, his bathroom blissfully unaware of the toilet terrors to come.
"What's
wrong man?" Jericho's toilet, Geronimo, his
childhood best
friend asks.
"Nothing, just had some salsa and pop, my burps are
spicy right now," he says, unaware of the fear in Geronimo's eyes.
"H-hah.. hah.." he laughs nervously. Jericho moves towards him. Geronimo backs up, sputtering out a response.
"H-Hey, man. Buddy, I actually gotta go,"
"What? No, man, I just gotta use you real quick, I was kidding. I'm not about t' belly
bomb you!" Jericho laughs. Geronimo laughs with relief.
"
Oh, good! Yeah man, come here!"
Jericho nods, sitting down on Geronimo.
"Hey, what day is it today?" Jericho asks.
Geronimo chuckles, "I'
m surprised you forgot, it's April-"
"Fools," Jericho finishes, smirking at Geronimo who freezes, his eyes filling with terror.
"No. No.. NOOOOOOOO!!!"
Jericho continues to release an unholy hellfire from his hole so feriousously the pipes
melted instantaneously.
..
Geronimo spent 40 years in the hospital before succumbing to his injuries.