You know, you look a lot like Bert off of..
“Yeah, I get that a lot. You know why?” he smirked, “it’s because I AM Bert! Do you think for one second that just because I performed all my life on Sesame Street making peanuts, that I don’t deserve to have a chance at whatever lies beyond? I was waiting for the AMERICAN DREAM…”
“Quit it now, Bert. He hasn’t harmed you.”
I look over, and who is it but Kermit the frog wrapped in the arms of a very gray Miss Piggy.
“Whats wrong with her?” I whisper trying to stay out of earshot of the porcine beauty.
“Thats what happens when you wait here long enough. Look around you.”
The room was filled with leftovers of people, pets, zombies, presidents, puppets and even one strange porpoise.
“So what brings you to our happy waiting room?” Ernie says, who was hiding behind Bert this entire time, cowering like a little mouse. Figures.
Well, it’s actually a funny story. I was traveling along the mountains in search of the fall colors, and..
“Wait!” a voice croaked, “You fell off the mountain trying to get the best shot!” Various noises echoed throughout the shiny metal walls.
“I know! I know!” a brown half zombie, half salesman interjected, “you was burnt up in that unfortunate fire that happened awhile ago! I remember hearing about that. Meant to come by to help, but you know how busy life can be..”
What the hell is this place? I scanned the room for clues. Magazines a few decades old. Check. “DING DING! He gets a prize!” Coming from my left, a heard a rough laugh. Of course, why not Betelgeuse.
Who is this Grand Pooh Bah we are waiting for?
Nothing but the sound of tin crickets filled the room.
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