“Hey! I am the . . . what is my . . . up . . . dawg . . . skillet,” the inflection in the socially inept guy’s voice went up an octave.
“Were you asking a question?” Frank asked. “Because I literally could not tell.”
“No. . . Yes? I don’t know . . . really. Maybe,” his voice kind of trailed off.
“Look, man, maybe you should lie down or something. Take a load off.”
“Yes, that’s . . . that’s good, that’s . . . a good idea, I think . . . think I’ll . . . lie down for . . . a something while . . . down,” his voice trailed off again.
UNEXPECTED TWIST ENDING: The socially inept guy is the author of this blog! Dun dun DUN!
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