You Can't See Me...Mature

“Tommy! Where are you, you little shit?”

Oh jeez! Oh jeez! Oh jeez!

“I’ll teach you to mess around with my stuff!”

How’d he find out?

“Your grubby peanut butter paws left prints all over my comic books!”

Oh.

“When I find you, I’m going to kick the living shit out of you!”

Gotta hide! Gotta hide! ...Where?

“Come on out, turd!”

Crap! He’s right outside! Where to hide? Where to hide?

“Tommy!”

All right, I know. I’ll cover my eyes. He can’t see me if I can’t see him…

The End

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