Bugger13
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Worthy of another Enid Blyton stylee story. In my defence I’m quite pissed.If I was Jack I would definitely troll us all and call my next book The Mystery Of The Missing Livers.
Thorpe Bay was perfectly quiet and peaceful when the local Asda manager stepped out for a fag break. He needed it, that bloody woman who was always chewing on a child’s necklace had been hanging around the yellow stickered area again, threatening to kick the shins of other customers if they approached the markdowns. He exhaled deeply and gazed into the night sky before gasping in shock. An alarming illumination of weird beige mist filled the horizon.
‘I say’, he exclaimed. ‘That looks rather toxic’.
Down in the posh part of town, Jack was furiously pummelling away at her water rower. The sentient mirror was getting right on her (double D) tits.
‘I did tell you that refreezing bollock sausages was a bad idea, you ignored my smashing idea about bangers and mash’, drawled the pompous mirror, angering Jack as it reflected her angry goblin face at her.
‘Get to fuck’, she screamed. ‘Get out of my niche’.
The mirror smirked as Jack stomped downstairs (the bungalow was actually a house, truth be told). Cooper was sniffing around the kitchen, accompanied by an officious looking mouse wearing a waistcoat upon which hung a shiny pocket watch.
‘Good evening madam’, said the mouse, his quick eyes darting back and forth suspiciously as he surveyed the overflowing bin and dodgy electrical arrangements in the crammed kitchen. ‘We are investigating a toxic incident in the area and my team who inhabit your blackberry bush believe you may be responsible’. The mouse lunged at cooper’s nose as he spoke, before quickly regaining his composure.
‘Are you environmental health, you Tory wanker?’ spat Jack. ‘I’m a bestselling author’.
A piercing scream shattered the tense atmosphere. The trio raced upstairs to see the mirror sobbing as it melted into a puddle. The reflection of the toxic haze that had now covered Thorpe bay & was responsible for the demise of the mirror could still be seen in its sad face. Jack reached out.
‘Get back young lady’, barked the mouse. There are no scarves or designer goods within. The mirror has been poisoned by the toxic waste emanating from your kitchen and now covering the town’.
Jack gnashed her teeth. ‘That fucking pistachio milk, I knew it was a mistake’.
‘No, Ms Monroe’, barked the all-knowing mouse. ‘It was in fact those livers. You have caused an environmental disaster from all that cheap Asda shit you’ve been clogging the drains with. Our suspicions were first aroused when we noted the ocado deliveries & smelt the drains overflowing with curry powdered slop. But this time you have gone too far. Even Dennis Nielsen didn’t clog the drains this badly. My team of woodland creatures have been monitoring your activities and the police will be here any moment to arrest you for crimes against food, the environment and outraging public decency’.
Jack fixed the impudent creature with a sharky glare. ‘I’m entitled to a phone call’, she declared, whipping out three phones from her denim shirt.
‘Hello, mom?...’