The legal department said we’re no longer allowed to drug moms who are Karen’s to get them off our back. But of you happen to pick up one of the vials in Mr. Moskowitz’s second file cabinet three drawers down, clearly marked “The Karen Drug,” and then slip the drug into the cup of tea served during Parent Teacher conferences, well, our hand are tied, aren’t they?
(Please contact Rebecca Baxter for more details, who will inform you of the way you are absolutely not supposed to drug your mother–so you don’t do it, of course.)
“oh? you have kids?” “No” i reply. “…rabbits?” “No,” again I reply. you look closer. inside is a roomba. ‘its almost time to feed him!’ i say. your eyes ask a handful of questions, but you remain silent. i sprinkle a handful of dirt in the enclosure.
