, it was
to grow weary of being
, so he snuck up behind
and yelled, “
!” Poor Peter was so terrified he dropped the
he was holding, then scanned the room, searching fruitlessly for
. Alas, all he could see were
, although… “There!” exclaimed Peter. “There!
!” But it turned out to just be his glass of
, fizzing quietly away in the corner by the
. “Oh, for…” muttered Peter. “If my nerves are this shot, they’d better just
, because I’ve obviously been in this
long. There aren’t enough
here to keep me away from my
Erm. Is it too late for my “SoC staff not responsible for any permanent confusion caused by reading this Misadventure” warning?
“Sooooooo disappointed once again, Mom!” -Mayhem