My head hurts.
I think I'm getting a migraine.
Jonny:
Need a spare head?
Sarah Smile:
Yes, thank you, if it's not too much trouble.
Jonny:
I'll see what I've got in the cupboard.
Hmm, how about the head of a 19th century travelling opium saleswoman?
The head of a cavewoman?
Sarah Smile:
I think the opium saleslady head.
The cavewoman might have bushy eyebrows.
Jonny:
Please don't get the wrong impression of me now you know I have a collection of women's heads in my cupboard.
Sarah Smile:
*shrugs*
Of course not
Jonny:
They're spare. Never been used.
Sarah Smile:
As I have just proven, they're handy to have around.
Jonny:
I didn't behead anyone for them.
Straight from the manufacturer.
Sarah Smile:
*nods*
I believe you.
But then, I sell opium.
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3 Comments:
**waits in line patiently as your first customer
*waits in line not patiently at all as your second customer and glares at Norma for being in line before her*
I guess your profession comes in handy when ya get one of those nasty migraines!
*dispenses free samples*
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