J: The damn puddles!
J: Like five puddles jumped me on my way from class to my car.
C: Oh nos! What did they take? Your dryness? Your sense of dignity? Your socks?
J: Got my shoes and socks pretty good.
C: What did you do to the puddles?
J: I couldn’t DO anything! I was out numbered and they were calling for their friends in the clouds to help.
C: What do puddles sound like anyway?I would have thought they sounded all splooty, or splashy… And what did you do to them to piss them off that they ganged up on you?
C: The half-frozen ones go froooosh and splooobt.
J: It’s all part of the conspiracy. I think the lesson here is never trust a puddle.