This had to be the worst trial he'd faced yet.
Maul stood in front of the bathroom mirror, poking gingerly at his stomach. He was bloated. Sith lords weren't supposed to bloat, but there it was, plain as day. How the hell was he supposed to go to the corner store to stock up on Ben & Jerry's if he couldn't even zip up his damn jeans? Normally, he wouldn't give a rat's ass how well groomed he was, but somehow today, he did.
Right, he had an old pair of Miskatonic University sweats around here somewhere... Ah, there they were. Ooh, the fleece felt so nice and cozy against his skin.
He blinked. Where the hell did that come from?
Plodding out of the bedroom in his ratty sweats, he turned to his cat and asked, "Do these make me look fat?"
She looked up from licking her butt, tongue still sticking out of her mouth, and Maul stifled a sudden urge to scoop her up and cuddle her. She was so cute!
Argh! This PMS business was intolerable. Somehow, he knew that the only solution was Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream. Or maybe their Low Fat Fudge Brownie Frozen Yogurt. Or both. Yes, both.
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