A Conversation

Here's a
conversation I
had once:

JEFF (DISMOUNTING FROM GALLOPING HORSE IN MID-GALLOP): Well, well, well.
MOM: Jeff Chapman? What are YOU doing here?
JEFF: I'm here for the jewels, Chapman.
MOM: YOU'LL HAVE TO CATCH ME FIRST!!! (RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN)
JEFF (FALLING FROM THE SKY TO LAND IN FRONT OF MOM): Going somewhere?
MOM: Never! (WITHDRAWS WHIP) Taste leather, Chapman!
JEFF: I don't think so sonic BOOM sonic BOOM sonic BOOM
MOM (WITHERS AND DIES): ... I'll be back.
JEFF: Oh no not back! (STARES AT CAMERA IN HORROR AS CAMERA PANS OUT, OUT, EVER OUTWARDS, BEYOND EARTH'S ORBIT, BEYOND OUR SOLAR SYSTEM, OFF TO ALPHA CENTAURI AND THEN PAST THE UNIVERSE NEXT DOOR ... JEFF ALLOWS A SINGLE SOLITARY TEAR TO FALL)

AUDIENCE AT OSCARS (STANDING AND OVATING FURIOUSLY): Yay Jeff.
JEFF: Thank you audience. Only now... (TURNS EVIL) sonic BOOM sonic BOOM sonic BOOM
AUDIENCE AT OSCARS: augh

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