Had The Commander been present when God made the Earth, it would have been done in two or three days, and God would have needed the rest on the seventh day after The Commander had been bossing him around. Like a fireball she shot out the door into the garden around 6:45 A.M. Sprinklers were going, dirt was flying, and seeds were shooting into the ground. While Lord Kadizzle was stumbling around waiting for his coffee fix to bring him to life, fireball was jumping around in the garden. It wasn't long before poor old Lord Kadizzle was commanded to get his royal cushion out and move some sand. The sand was specially imported from Stanton to grow the turnips. If we get a good crop perhaps we can get enough for a truckload and actually be able to fall off the turnip truck.
Moma didn't raise no fool. Knowing the whip would be cracking and lightening bolts would be plentiful if The Commander came in and saw his lordship plunked in front of the computer, his lordship took some precautionary measures. Quickly he did the dishes, cleaned off the counters, and did a half job of making the bed. The Commander has not yet come in, but she could at any moment kick the door down, and throw a stun grenade into the kitchen, if she is not happy with Lord Kaddizzle. Pray for me.
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