"Tell me, Brenda," Sharon asked with an evil grin, "do you like cartoons?"
Brenda looked nervous. "Well, yeah," she replied.
"Then you should love this," Sharon told her. "I wish something cartoonish would happen to Brenda."
As soon as she finished speaking, the room was filled with a high-pitched whistle. Brenda looked around to try and determine where it was coming from, before finally realizing that it was coming from above her head. Looking up, she saw a dark shape rapidly dropping toward her. She just had enough time to throw her hands up, before it crashed down on top of her, seemingly driving her into the floor.
"Holy shit!" Rick exclaimed, noticing that the shape was one of those wooden pile-drivers like you would see on a cartoon construction sight. While he and the others watched, it began to withdraw back up into the ceiling that it had mysteriously come through.
"Oh, yeah," Sharon laughed, walking over to where the pile-driver had come down. She bent over and picked up a something that looked like a pink-colored manhole cover. Turning it to her friends, they saw that it was Brenda, smashed flat by the driver. Her face could be seen looking out, frozen in a look of surprise. "Now, she's completely flat. What else should we do with her?"
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