Bob was a bastard
what with practicing drumming at 2am,eating only egg-fried rice and never washing up,and hogging the television.
He also locked his bedroom door when he went for a shower,which is a clear sign of flat distrust.We plotted.
Filling his lock with superglue was the first step.It had just set by the time he returned and his face was a picture.But the bitching and carping was too much and by the time the dust had settled,we had already crafted a new plan.
Lucky that he was a heavy sleeper.In the dead of night five ninjas,faces painted black,giggling self-consciously,removed him in his mattress to the back seat of our car.In the pre-dawn silence we drove him to campus,and discharged him onto the floor of the graduation hall,pyjamas et al.
Next morning he was returned to us by the police,shaking and wrapped in a security blanket.Soon after his white-lipped parents picked him up,and he was never heard from again.
(Fuckpig "That's not even a pound a midget.", Fri 27 Feb 2009, 8:36, Reply)