You know when you're putting on your shoes or welly boots and there's something in there already? That's us again. We know we kinda freak you out because when you feel something in the toe of your shoe and you don't know what it is you whip your foot out again real quick in case it's something bad in there man. Like some creepy crawlie or something. Heh heh. But it's just us guys.
Sometimes we like to hang out in your bed. Hell even I don't know how we get in there but we just do. It's eleven thirty at night and there we are freaking you out again because you felt something weird in your bed man.
A year or so ago I used to like chilling out in the baby's mouth. Hey that weren't my fault man, she put me in there. Sometimes she put two of us in there. One of my greatest fears is travelling through a digestive system but that ain't happened yet thank my lucky stars.
Some of my buddies weren't so lucky a while back. They thought they'd get a kick out of being posted through a gap in the oven door. Problem was they didn't figure the oven would get turned on. The smell of melting plastic was heart-breaking man. I saw them get their half melted bodies poked out of the oven with a skewer. It's a sight I'll never forget. Man it was tough.
And you know what? I reckon one of them plastic coin pals of mine is still in that there oven. Because every time it gets turned on the smell of burning plastic fills the house again. They're gonna need to get a new oven man.
If I had to choose my ending, I'd pick going up the vacuum cleaner any day. They say it's quick and painless. One whoosh and you're in there man. With the pieces of Lego and broken off bits of crayon. That's my choosing. If I had a choice that is. Cos, hell, I'm just a plastic coin.
