Evil stilled his shopping trolley next to the cinnamon buns.
"One for the office, one for home, and a snazzy one for when I — what the fuck?"
Beside him in aisle 13 stood a strange angelic man, who seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
"Excuse me, can I get by?"
Evil nodded and stepped back — but the strange angelic man moved forward, and their trolleys collided with a chink.
The strange angelic man gestured. But was it you go right and I'll go left or you go left and I'll go right?
Evil guessed th...
Published on January 24, 2010 07:04