Testing The Patience of a Self-Proclaimed Mercenary
“I’m just pointing out that the attic disappearing was funny until you realized that something of yours was up there too. How you take that information is up to you.” “Like I said, she has a mean streak.” Tinkletoes says. Writer Lady watches as Tinkletoes studies the room. Particularly where the wall meets the ceiling. The self-proclaimed mercenary sets his mug down on the counter. He retrieves a chair, placing it as close to the wall as possible, he stands on it. Tinkletoes begins pushing at the air where the ceiling used to be. “What are you doing?” Writer Lady asks. “What if this is one of House’s tricks? What if the ceiling and the attic are still here?” “Like an optical illusion?” She asks. He nods. Writer Lady shakes her head. “Not possible.” “Why?” “Because if the ceiling was still there you would have knocked yourself unconscious. Your head is where the attic used to be.” “Really? I didn’t realize that your ceiling was so low.” “Where do you think