Mum? Mum? Yer BUMM?
- Yes?
It's on display.
- ...the hell is it you say?
It's exposed to us...
- (Tell me you're joking)
...for all to see.
- But I feel no breeze.
While your buttocks block escape routes...breaks numerous fire codes...
- HEY! Don't be pokin' this fat rump!
Frankly, Madame, your behind is in the way of passage.. and to a pressing degree.
- And I might say, to my great dismay...but I carry it with pride, because who else can claim to be so wide?
We'll expound on that later, Madame, but if you'd move IT along in the meantime...
- Okay! Okay!
The crowd, in its wake, partakes, yet parts like the Sea of Galilee. Making narrow room now entombed suddenly in a very shrunken hallway, for her passge.
They gasped as she heaved forward, shifting her cumbersome ballast while encountering the constrained staircase ahead.
Your derriere, it fills the air! - called a pusher's failing voice.
- Enough with your rhyming! I need to take a break. Can I sit?
Sit? ...Ok. Let us back off and wait for a signal. For a moment only...take a load off...
- So, just drop it anywhere and relax?
Well, no.
- ….you know, like a big bags of groceries?
Discreetly dropped. Then, once you've rested, we can get you back on your feet, and out the door! Please cooperate.
- Please?
That's the last time I say it.
- Oh-kay. Help me up.
I'm not sure I'm up to the task...
-
You got a jammed elevator and a super-jammed hallway, so the problem's
yours for now... My ass is your task. Me? I'm comfortable but a bit too tight right here. Its just your luck because I am stuck.
I
regret the timing, and wish it could have been more convenient, but this has to stop. Now straighten your dress and lets get out of this mess, shall we?
- You got to Give the BUMM a big run, now!
No, Ma'm. I don't,,,
- If you're going to dislodge me, you've got no choice but to oblige me, so best you give it your best shot, Sugar. I mean...GIVE IT TO ME!!!!
He supposed he blacked out for a spell.
As we went airborne out the third story window – glass shattering, but only a smattering lingering behind in time, as we passed through it like snowflakes, on our way down below bound to introduce ourselves to the wet street-scape approaching rapidly in slow motion.
Alas, MASS ruled the equation as her bulk bounced first, followed by mine, crashing down and under her cheeky derriere, at the same time, plowing her asunder, And while I ricocheted up and away, I had to wonder,
"...did her ass just save mine?"
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