A short play by yours truly.
We open on an office, in which I am working. It's 11:00 in the morning.
STOMACH: Psst! Hey, Alex!
ME: What?
STOMACH: Remember that sandwich that you have in the fridge?
ME: Yeah.
STOMACH: Can I have it now?
ME: No. Lunch is at noon.
STOMACH: But I'm hungry!
ME: Deal with it.
STOMACH: But you haven't fed me since breakfast, and that was five hours ago!
ME: I gave you a Nutri-Grain bar at nine.
STOMACH: That is nothing. A Nutri-Grain bar crumbles and withers against my amazing digestive powers.
ME: You're just going to have to wait.
STOMACH: I'll scream.
ME: Don't you dare.
STOMACH: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
In conclusion, we ate lunch at 11:00 today.
I realize this is the second post I've ever written about my growling stomach. At least I switched writing styles, and at least it's twice as many posts as I've written about phlegm.
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