While having a piss in the Downstairs Toilet I noticed one of those bettlily type wormy things come from behind the Bowl. My immediate thought was quash the bastard but all of a sudden I got over-whelmed with the sense of power I had over this Creature, his life was in my Foot. Being a Gambler I wondered what the odds of him making it to the skirting board was if there was betting in his World, probably good as its normally a journey made in the dark, so the bettlily wormy books would act accordingly. Thinking I'll let things go to fate I was suddenly brought back to reality by pissing all over my left leg and impulsively trod on the poor bastard inches from home, not unlike a closer in MLB I thought. My lasting thought leaving the Washroom was even in a bettlily wormy World bad beats happen. :drink:
