Six Tables of Strangers and Me

He had better be dead I told friends, Making them smile, from ends to ends. They thought I was being hilarious I was truly, frankly being serious He did not help at all, I informed them haughtily. I was on a roll now, telling them a little bit snottily. "You had better be dead!" I yelled to his false-acting back. He was deep-snoring, his lying pretending to be asleep act. I was on a roll now, entertaining my table and the next two. Come on! A perfect stranger yelled. "What did you do?" The place had stopped eating. It was all about me. I have not done it yet, I informed her. But I will about three. They followed me home, six tables of strangers and me. They wanted to see, how assertive and mean I could be. I put them in cages, and strung them up by their toes. You should not follow strangers, as everyone knows!