And Built A Cage From Her Bones

by thoughtsonthedead

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The front door of a well-appointed house on Mt. Tamalpais opens and an attractive family with an old dad walk in the house.

“Bobby! Happy birthday! Hi, Bobby’s wife, Natasha Monster! Hello, Bobby’s children.”

“Oh, hey Mickey.”

“Bobby: why is your drummer in our house and OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT?”

“I got Bobby a birthday present and wanted it to be a surprise.”

“ARE THOSE BONES? ARE THEY HUMAN? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY LIVING ROOM?”

“Yes. Yes. Improved it.”

“Girls, go outside.”

“Thanks for remembering my birthday, Mick.”

“Do you like it?”

“DOES HE LIKE IT? Get that the thing THE FUCK out of my home NOW.”

“Ooh. Tough one. We had to attach it to the support beams: it’s pretty much holding the house up at this point.”

“Are the bobeches made of scapulae?”

“Good eye, Bob.”

“I’m going to get the guns.”

“More than one?”

“All.”

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