Well, you know, sometimes the night takes a turn in the fabulation...
O.M.G. there will be no sleep tonight. Oh that dirty rotten Johnson, he put a stripper in my birthday cake and the party’s finished and they’ve all gone home and left her here.
She’s in the bathroom brushing her teeth with my spare tooth brush.
What am I going to do? Maybe there’s someone I can call: help, there’s a stripper in my bed, come quick and collect her.
If I hide maybe she won’t find me and will go away. I know, I’ll bark and frighten her away...but no, that’s no good, it will probably encourage her.
A wooden cross and garlic? No, that’s for vampires.
She’s taking a long time in there, what is she doing?
Should I put some music on or the TV? Stay cool; what would James Bond do? Noooo. I could pretend I’m asleep, but she’d only wake me.
Take my pulse: it’s racing and my breathing is too fast. I should have turned off the light.
Oh-oh, the door is opening. Here she comes. Quick, hide under the blankets.
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