"Greta! Get me the can of beans!" Ishmael cried to his dear wife. But no answer came. Again, he cried "Greta! The beans!" but all was silent.
Ishmael finally managed to wiggle himself free of the wardrobe that had fallen on him, and he slowly crept upstairs, dreading what he hoped he wouldn't find. But alas, crestfallen he beheld a sickening sight. In the office he found his wife motionless in the chair, facing the computer screen. Motionless except the chewing of her mouth.
Ninja was streaming on twitch again. She scooped another spoonful of beans from the open can she was holding, brought it to her mouth, and began chewing again. "Greta" Ishmael whispered. But no answer.
"Greta" he said louder. Still no answer.
Finally, Ishmael shouted "GRETA!" and startled, Greta jumped out of her chair, spilling beans across the entire office. She removed her headphones and said "Ishmael! I thought you were at work!"
"No honey. No, I was trapped under the wardrobe."
"Again? I'm so sorry, I would have come to help!"
"Would you have?" Ishmael asked. But he did not wait for a response. Disappointed, he shuffled out the door and back down the stairs.
Ishmael finally managed to wiggle himself free of the wardrobe that had fallen on him, and he slowly crept upstairs, dreading what he hoped he wouldn't find. But alas, crestfallen he beheld a sickening sight. In the office he found his wife motionless in the chair, facing the computer screen. Motionless except the chewing of her mouth.
Ninja was streaming on twitch again. She scooped another spoonful of beans from the open can she was holding, brought it to her mouth, and began chewing again. "Greta" Ishmael whispered. But no answer.
"Greta" he said louder. Still no answer.
Finally, Ishmael shouted "GRETA!" and startled, Greta jumped out of her chair, spilling beans across the entire office. She removed her headphones and said "Ishmael! I thought you were at work!"
"No honey. No, I was trapped under the wardrobe."
"Again? I'm so sorry, I would have come to help!"
"Would you have?" Ishmael asked. But he did not wait for a response. Disappointed, he shuffled out the door and back down the stairs.
Greta sat back down in her chair, tears welling in her eyes. Then she scooped the remaining spoonful of beans from the can and tried to choke them down. But she couldn't. She couldn't keep anything inside right now. The rest of the night she sat in her bean covered chair, with beans splattered among the office, sobbing uncontrollably.
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