So, meanwhile, Mike is busy sitting in his chair behind the slaving Chuck.
“This is the life,” He says. “Just sit’n back…putting my feet up…Eating pickle-chips…Ah…”
When he was finished, he wanted me to come up with a punch line. I told him to put a severed arm, with a bite in it, in my hand and I’d say “Don’t feel bad. We all have a lil’ Paul Harvey in us.”
He just stared at me and said “No.”
Funny how a chainsaw trumps cannibalism each time.