I was just minding my business sitting on the lounge with my coffee (with a shot of little girl), when a little girl walked in and my lips whimpered. I tried to grab the salt next to me, before anyone saw.
Suddenly she came up to me and asked, “Mister, do you know where my room is?”
I grumble and take her up to Floor Two.
“Thank you, Mister,” she says lovingly, once we get to her room.
I quickly shut the door behind us.
The lights flicker and become eerie.
I shove her in her own luxury hot-tub and turn it up to 1,000,000,000.
In seconds her skin is sizzling.
“Did you enjoy your stay little girl?”
She can’t hear me since she’s dead.
“Mmmm, you look great on my pancakes.” I lick my lips.
– 1 Hour Later –
I’ve invited all my work friends to feast on my new little friend.