The Scary Pickle

end on bangs, not whimpers

Sitting in the shotgun seat of a Saab 900 SE Turbo Coupe
outside the target, a Chuck E. Cheese, when the boss called, told us to hold up a sec,
so we ate our lunch, and as coincidence would have it, both he and I had sandwiches
and on each of our sandwiches were pickles, but his a Sweet Gerkin and mine a Cornichon,
which led to a silent dispute that may end deadly had it not been for the boss calling, saying it's go-time.