He shouted his way into a mental institution.
Genre: Comedy
Flash hung up his trench coat for good.
“It’s called Dancing with the Star Wars!”
“Oh…”
Her world crashed along with her internet connection.
“You don’t listen to me.”
“That’s lovely, dear.”
“This’s Edward, Edmond, Edgar, and—”
“Edwina?”
“No. Sheryl.”
“I write six word stories.”“That’s five words.”
He danced as long as she kept shooting.
She worshiped him. He didn’t know her name.
“Havin’ brains don’t mean I use ‘em much.”
“I love Twinkies!”
“They don’t love you back.”
She wept with all her heart: he lived.
“…Then I made dinner.”
“You like this girl?”
“Tomorrow I’ll try again.”
“And you’ll fail.”
“So?”
“Can I help you?”
“Got a psychiatric degree?”
He lost his only friend to her maturity.
“I love you, Sarah.”
“I loved you… once.”
Flash ran for his life (from the police)
“I’m gonna hurl.”
“Bad food?”
“The kids-movie acting”
“I don’t take orders!”
*Stern look*
“Sorry, Mom.”