Oh man! I swear there are cosmic forces at work here.

How does this stuff happen to me?

Or maybe it's him.

Maybe he's the reason fate uses us for target practice.  That's us.  Sandburg and Ellison: Cosmic Bull's Eyes.

I mean really, man, come on. Two grown men stuck in a closet the size of a coffin.

What are the odds?

And he doesn't even seem upset.  Of course not -- he's hogging all the room.

Could this closet BE any smaller?  Oh yeah, Thanks man. Getting kinda personal there aren't ya?

Don't give me that look - What IS that look?

Is it getting warm in here?  He's probably sucking up all the oxygen. Yeah, I know. Scientifically impossible. Closets aren't airtight.  But it'd be just like him to rewrite physics.

WHAT IS HE STARING AT????? Obviously I've sprouted another set of eyes or something.

Hmm...maybe his equilibrium is off kilter.  He seems to be leaning.

Jim, man. Any closer and you'd be giving me Eskimo kisses....Whoa.

Huh-uh NO WAY  Mind out of the gutter Sandburg. Damn he's hot -- IT'S.

Damn IT'S hot. Heat must be getting to me.

And what is he smiling at?

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