So Godzilla get hungry.
He picks up a pedestrian and bites his head off, then spits it out. “Too salty.”
He does this ten more times as his wife looks on. Always there is some reason to not eat then.
Then Godzilla sees a bookkeeping firm ahead and rushes over and tears into the building. At each desk where he sees a CPA title, he quickly gobbles down the person sitting there to the accompaniment of sounds of scrumptious delight.
Mrs. Godzilla, perplexed, asks why he isn’t first taking a sample.
“My dear, I thought you knew,” he says between bites. “There’s no tasting for good accountants.”
~~~All my own work.
September 06, 2014