Get It Out
“Get it out, get it out!”
“I’m trying!”
“You’re not trying hard enough!”
“Well, stop struggling and maybe it won’t take so long.”
“Stop pulling like that and maybe I won’t struggle.”
“If I don’t pull how do you expect me to get it out?”
“I don’t know OW! That hurt. Try something else.”
“Like what? Pushing?”
“OW! No. I don’t knoooooooow!”
“Why on earth did you think this was a bright idea, anyway?”
“It was an accident. How was I supposed to OW! Know it would get stuck.”
“Because you’re a walking disaster?”
“I am NOT!”
“Oh, you so totally are. Just wait until I tell the others about this.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
“Wait til you’re asleep and do this to you!”
“Ha! I’m smart enough not to go to sleep while chewing anything, especially gum.”
“It’s not gum.”
“Sorry, caramel.”
“You may not fall asleep chewing it yourself, but what’s to stop me chewing it and rubbing it in?”
“My wrath.”
“Ha, like your OW!”
“You were saying?”
“You don’t scare OW!”
“You really got this stuck good didn’t you.”
“It’s not my fault I have such gorgeous, curly locks.”
“Gorgeous? You’ve been watching that television thing again.”
“Have not! I’ll have you know your sister told me my hair was gorgeous.”
“Was she ill? No, that can’t be it. Had someone drugged her? Some of those teas have hallucinogenic qualities.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“But I’m so very good at it.”
“Ha! OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”
“Oh, fine. I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t tell anyone!”
“I won’t, just shut up and give me a second. I’ve almost got it.”
“What are you doing? You make me nervous when you’re that quiet.”
“There!”
“Oh, thank the Valar. What did you do?”
“What do you think I did? I cut it out of course.”
“WHAT? ELLADAN! My hair! How could you?”
“Look, it was your precious hair being cut or your nasty caramel being stuck. I know which I’d prefer.”
“How much?”
“Just the pieces stuck to the caramel.”
“Well, I guess it’s not that bad. I suppose I should feel grateful you didn’t have to cut too much.”
“Yeah. Oh, and by the way…”
“Yes?”
“Well, see…I couldn’t quite find the scissors…”
“Oh? What did you use instead, a knife?”
“Well, I thought about it. In fact, I was going to.”
“So? Why didn’t you?”
“Well, see…”
“You start far too many sentences with those two words, you know.”
“Maybe I do, but that’s not my point.”
“Those are ominous words.”
“Yeah, well, see…about the knife…”
“Let me guess, it was too dull?”
“No, no, it was sharp enough.”
“Then what’s the problem? You didn’t cut a lot off, and you used a sharp knife.”
“It’s the knife I’m trying to tell you about.”
“Well, what about the dang knife is so important?”
“I didn’t end up using the knife.”
“I thought you just said you did.”
“No, I used scissors.”
“You said you couldn’t find the scissors.”
“I couldn’t, so I was going to use a knife.”
“There’s a but there.”
“Yeah…”
“Spit it out.”
“Tira walked in and wanted to know what I needed a knife for.”
“You didn’t tell her, did you?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then what?”
“Look for yourself…”
“ELLADAN!!”
“I’m trying!”
“You’re not trying hard enough!”
“Well, stop struggling and maybe it won’t take so long.”
“Stop pulling like that and maybe I won’t struggle.”
“If I don’t pull how do you expect me to get it out?”
“I don’t know OW! That hurt. Try something else.”
“Like what? Pushing?”
“OW! No. I don’t knoooooooow!”
“Why on earth did you think this was a bright idea, anyway?”
“It was an accident. How was I supposed to OW! Know it would get stuck.”
“Because you’re a walking disaster?”
“I am NOT!”
“Oh, you so totally are. Just wait until I tell the others about this.”
“Don’t you dare!”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
“Wait til you’re asleep and do this to you!”
“Ha! I’m smart enough not to go to sleep while chewing anything, especially gum.”
“It’s not gum.”
“Sorry, caramel.”
“You may not fall asleep chewing it yourself, but what’s to stop me chewing it and rubbing it in?”
“My wrath.”
“Ha, like your OW!”
“You were saying?”
“You don’t scare OW!”
“You really got this stuck good didn’t you.”
“It’s not my fault I have such gorgeous, curly locks.”
“Gorgeous? You’ve been watching that television thing again.”
“Have not! I’ll have you know your sister told me my hair was gorgeous.”
“Was she ill? No, that can’t be it. Had someone drugged her? Some of those teas have hallucinogenic qualities.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“But I’m so very good at it.”
“Ha! OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”
“Oh, fine. I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t tell anyone!”
“I won’t, just shut up and give me a second. I’ve almost got it.”
“What are you doing? You make me nervous when you’re that quiet.”
“There!”
“Oh, thank the Valar. What did you do?”
“What do you think I did? I cut it out of course.”
“WHAT? ELLADAN! My hair! How could you?”
“Look, it was your precious hair being cut or your nasty caramel being stuck. I know which I’d prefer.”
“How much?”
“Just the pieces stuck to the caramel.”
“Well, I guess it’s not that bad. I suppose I should feel grateful you didn’t have to cut too much.”
“Yeah. Oh, and by the way…”
“Yes?”
“Well, see…I couldn’t quite find the scissors…”
“Oh? What did you use instead, a knife?”
“Well, I thought about it. In fact, I was going to.”
“So? Why didn’t you?”
“Well, see…”
“You start far too many sentences with those two words, you know.”
“Maybe I do, but that’s not my point.”
“Those are ominous words.”
“Yeah, well, see…about the knife…”
“Let me guess, it was too dull?”
“No, no, it was sharp enough.”
“Then what’s the problem? You didn’t cut a lot off, and you used a sharp knife.”
“It’s the knife I’m trying to tell you about.”
“Well, what about the dang knife is so important?”
“I didn’t end up using the knife.”
“I thought you just said you did.”
“No, I used scissors.”
“You said you couldn’t find the scissors.”
“I couldn’t, so I was going to use a knife.”
“There’s a but there.”
“Yeah…”
“Spit it out.”
“Tira walked in and wanted to know what I needed a knife for.”
“You didn’t tell her, did you?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then what?”
“Look for yourself…”
“ELLADAN!!”