Yes it Does
Part XLI
Nuggets
Yes sang. Sing, man. Goof. Shobake.
Yes sat and ate nuggets. Yes received a letter, which read: “To Yes it Does: thanks for everything. Julie Newmar.” Yes laughed and shouted to the rooftops. He burned the letter and shoved Julie Newmar into an overhead compartment made of nuggets. Everything turned into nuggets. Not gold nuggets, but chicken nuggets. Stop nuggeting!
Yes himself turned into a big blob of nuggets. He ate himself.
“My nugget’s bigger,” said a floor mop, and he ripped Yes’s nugget out of his mouth.“To nugget or not to nugget. What was the question?” pondered floor mop. Yes broke the floor mop and bit it.
A big nugget walked by and ate Yes. Or Nuggetman, whichever. Whatever, ever, ver, er, r. Get it!
Yes and a guy named Matt had a contest to see whose nugget took up the greatest amount of space. Yes won hands down. His prize was for everyone to keep their hands down.
Yes ran and jumped off a cliff when people refused to comply. He picked a scab to use as a parachute. As he descended to the ground, he urinated on Tim.
The end.