Yes it Does
Part LXXI
Yes Acts Strange For Once
Yes it Does lets small groups of strangers feel his cheeks while he waits at the bus stop. His cheeks are of interest to the various people that surround Yes because he squirts honey onto his face and holds it there by covering the honey with scotch tape.
“That’s not my cup of tea,” Frank Stallone remarked while sipping tea from a cup.
Yes snatched the cup of tea from Frank, placed it on the ground and disrobed so all bus-waiters could observe him bathe in the hot beverage.
“Does it does,” Yes squealed in joyous pain from the burning. The heat caused Yes to see spots. Yes collected many of those spots into his hands and then distributed them to his tea-bath observers.
“This blows! These spots are not impressive to me. Not impressive at all,” Tim, Matt, Otto the Ugly Freak and Frank Stallone collectively bemoaned at the exact same time.
Yes impiously straightened his limbs until he was standing and swallowed the rest of the spots he hadn’t passed out to people. From his ear, he plucked out a seed which he planted alongside a tree growing nearby the bus stop. Yes urinated on the planted seed, allowing the seed to grow and mature into a hondog tree, all within 25 minutes. Hondogs grew from each branch; luscious and glimmering, they ripened before the eyes of the dozens of people who had nowhere else to go.
“Yes, please, I would like to partake,” Tim begged.
Yes plucked some hondogs and passed them around to his friends.
“Hi, Steve,” Chewy Caramel greeted a gentleman meandering the streets. “Would you care for a hondog?”
“Why how generous! Indeed I would.” Hi, Steve took a hondog from Chewy Caramel’s hand and then introduced himself to the crowd. Yes was not having any of that.
“Does yes does does yes yes yes!!!” Yes screamed. He wrestled Hi, Steve to the ground and shoved his tongue into the man’s mouth to get the flavor out of there. Also, Yes wanted to know what his tonsils tasted like.
The struggle between Yes and Hi, Steve emitted some fumes which the others stood around breathing in while chowing down on their hondogs.
“They’re bland, but they’re free. Hard to complain,” Tim observed.
The end.