Paul screamed. Janet screamed in response and nearly jumped off the lounge in fright. "For f**k's sake, Paul!"
He looked sheepishly at her and let out a nervous chuckle in a breath, "What?"
She replied, "You do that every single time! It's a toothpaste commercial for crying out loud!"
Paul looked at her, offended, "Well, sorry! The friggin' thing was scary!"
"A tube of toothpaste and a blue toothbrush was scary?"
He stared at her, a pained look echoing in his eyes, "You know I have issues with toothbrushes . . . ever since that boy rammed a toothbrush where the light don't shine."
Janet recoiled; she had forgot about Jimmy, "Just tone it down, the movie's going to start."
Paul screamed and Janet screamed in response, nearly falling of the lounge once again. She stared at him, "There's something seriously wrong with you, isn't there?"
Paul looked at her and pouted, "Not seriously . . "
"Yes, seriously. You are-"
"SHH! The movie's started!" Paul stated, cutting her off.
Janet gazed and watched transfixed.
A man in white walked past their room and glanced through the bullet proof glass. He saw two people staring at a blank wall.
He ticked off a few boxes on the sheet covering his clipboard, shook his head sadly and moved onto the next observatory room.
Janet shifted in her straight-jacket and smiled.
Paul screamed . . .
Just a note, seeminglymeaningless and I wrote this together, sentence by sentence.









