During my second bottle of wine, it occurred to me that a fall [well, a good shove] from a high place had a lot to recommend it. No other method was quite so dramatic.
No other method was quite so visually satisfying.
No other method would provide a satisfying splat.
Even Shannon would derive a degree of pleasure as she realised what an unforgettable impression she was making on horrified bystanders as she hurtled towards them.
She would fall silently, save for a single scream, not of fear but of defeat, as she accepted that she would no longer be able to protect the world from mediocrity, apathy and negativity.
She would fall silently, save for a single scream, not of fear but of defeat, as she accepted that she would no longer be able to protect the world from mediocrity, apathy and negativity.
As she fell, she would have time - Shannon was a quick thinker – to think back on her life and all the wonderful things she had done before her big Raspberry Jam Moment.
And all this would take place following a dramatic final battle, high above the ground, between the forces of Good and Mediocre. A battle which culminated in Green Drawers toppling from…
From where, exactly?
Time for some more research.
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