Yes it Does
Part XXII
The Return to Chuck E. Cheese's
Yes walked up to the door of his local Chuck E. Cheese’s, broke the glass, stuck his hand inside and opened it.
“The door was already unlocked,” said a manager. Yes stuffed broken glass down the man’s shirt.
About two years earlier, Yes had been here for a birthday party, but was thrown out due to a disagreement with an overweight, intoxicated rat. Now was the time, Yes believed, that revenge should be bestowed for that skirmish.
Yes picked up a table with pizza on it that people were eating at the time and smashed it against a skeeball game.
“Does yes it,” said Yes, with vengeance fully underway.
He broke a kiddy-sized, plastic motorcycle off of one of the games and drove it around the room.
“Hey, kid, who do you think you are?” asked some dude dressed up as Chuck E. Cheese.
“Yes.”
“What?” said Chuck.
“Yes it Does. Yes. It. Does,” Yes enunciated.
“Huh?” said Chuck.
“Does,” said Yes.
“Listen, kid. I don’t know what the fuck you’re trying to say, but I do know that if you don’t get the hell out, I’m gonna whoop some ass.”
“It,” Yes replied.
Chuck picked up Yes, lugging him underneath his furry arm, and tossed him outside.
“Does yes. It yes. Yes it it does. Does yes. It does,” said Yes sliding and pooping as he skidded along the sidewalk.