One Big Cheeto
|Getting out of hand, Kenobi's Cheeto addiction has. Even when eating Cheetos he is not, tell tell he is an addict you can. The bright orange fingers of a junkie he has. Been trying to hide his Cheetos lately, I have. Been dealing with that well, he has not. The shakes, he has. Nervous all the time, he is.|
Today, doing some vacuuming I was. Getting clogged with Cheetos crumbs, my vacuum cleaner was. Trouble pulling that stupid bag out of the cleaner I always have. This time, too hard I yanked. A cloud of orange dust came out. Completely covered in it I was.
"Kenobi," I said, "stop looking at me like that, you must."
"I can't help it. It's making me hungry, seeing you like that. You're like one big Cheeto. A big Cheeto with deliciously pointed ears."
Starting to get nervous, I was.
"Now Kenobi, calm down you must. A Cheeto I am not. Kenobi..."
A wild look in his eye he got. Down his cheek, some drool was running. Slowly moving towards me, he was.
"Kenobi, me it is, Yoda. Kenobi? Put down that fork, you must."
My cane I swung. On his head, I smacked him.
"Ow! That hurt, Master!"
"To do something I had to. A big Cheeto you thought I was."
"Mmm, big Cheeto. Must have big Cheeto."
Retire I should. Soon.