Yes it Does
Part XXXIII
What To Do While Hangin'
Yes was bored. He had absolutely nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing to add, nothing to breathe and nothing to harm. Just hangin’ about with his chaps Tim and Mark.
“Let’s go for a walk,” Tim suggested.
“It,” Yes refused. Walks are boring.
“I’m bored,” Mark chimed in. “How about a game of hopscotch?”
“Does,” Yes said, shooting suggestions in a barrel.
“Well, I don’t know what, then. Morphine drips for everybody! Okay?” Tim got all perky. He took a trip into town to the local hospital to swipe some morphine drippings, even offering the hospital denizens to join.
“No way am I gonna chill wif you, Nordack!” an idiotic-looking moron retorted.
Tim returned with the morphine and Mark hooked up the drips; one for each of them.
“Yes does it.” Yes yawned, tossing his morphine back at Mark. It was still boring.
“Well I don’t know what the hell to do now.” Tim tossed his morphine away too. He threw a handful of dirt at Yes. Yes sucked up the dirt Tim threw through a straw.
“It yes yes it.”
Mark and Tim joined him, sucking up their own dirt, relishing the earthy flavors and crunching on the grit.
So that’s what they did that day. They sucked dirt.
End.