Yes it Does
Part XXIX
Dill Pickles
Yes sat next to his friend Tim and then freaked out.
Uh-oh, I think Yes wants to write this story. Yes it does, does it yes. Yes yes does it does yes it yes does it yes it yes does it yes it does it yes does it it yes does it yes does it do..... Hey! I’m the one writing this story, Yes. Knock it off! It’s about a set of dill pickles, not an annoying phrase said over and over so get out. Thank you.
Anyway, as I was writing. Tim sat up, chewed frizzy clown hair and spit at the stars. Yes took a pickle and crammed it into a large hole in his body. Which hole was it? Well, Yes used the.........oh no you don’t! Not again! You let go of that. Drop it. Drop it, I says. Yes it it does yes it yes does it does yes it yes.
Cut it out, fickelnieber! Yes it does yes. Bite yourself, Yes. You ruined the whole goddamned thing! It was going to be great, but now it’s not! Bite you in the groin!
the end