Another Monday Morning
Relieved at not being dead, you gratefully accept the magic cloud's offer of friendship.
"I was just playing", the cloud laughs, "I don't want to be your friend.
The cloud then drops you the rest of the way down, where you are squished like a bug.
"I was just playing", the cloud laughs, "I don't want to be your friend.
The cloud then drops you the rest of the way down, where you are squished like a bug.