Jeff hurriedly wrapped his robe around him, and pleaded with the faces staring up at his. “I thought…I thought there was something under the paper…and it was headed straight for Davey…and I – ”
Something touched Jeff’s foot underneath the paper.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” he screamed, and vaulted onto the nearest coffee table. Everyone in the room jumped up about three inches.
Everyone except for Davey, who surfaced from beneath the paper making submarine noises.
“AH-ROOOGA! AH-ROOOGA!”
And then he went back under.
Jeff looked around the room, then down at the coffee table he stood on. He cleared his throat, pulled his robe tighter about him, and stepped back onto the floor with as much dignity as he could muster.
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