Buzz had been in the soup for 20 minutes, and his no-good friend, Randy, wasn’t doing anything about it.
“Settle down,” Randy told him. “The waiter will pick you out after you’ve been served. I’m not getting anywhere near that stuff. Ugh. Tomato.”
“I hate you, Randy,” said Buzz. “I really do.”
“Nonsense, it’ll be fun. Think of the stories you could tell around the carcass. You’re in no danger of drowning. You’re just embarrassed right now.”
“You pull me out right now, or I’ll tell everyone about the time you got too close to the flypaper.”
Randy had no choice but to comply.
The meal was eaten without the hilarious cliché.
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