Chet pounded on the dorm room door. “Come on, dude, open up!”
“What’s up?” said Jenny.
“Drac locked the door and won’t come out.”
“I dunno! We were telling jokes, and I told that one about the guy who gets a wish and wants to save it and then he accidentally sings along with the commercial and goes, ‘I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner.’”
“Oh, no wonder,” said Jenny.
Jenny rolled her eyes. “Meyers.” She stepped to the door and rapped gently with her knuckle. “Drac? Come on out, honey. No one thinks you sparkle.”
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