Two full weeks. That’s 14 days of Bernie, the gum-chewing web developer, sticking to the same piece of gum. Against all odds—and the schemes of Evil Leslie—he’s made it this far. But today, a new character entered the fray: Sweet Sweet Rosie, Leslie’s talking dog, and she came bearing secrets.
Let’s rewind a bit. Bernie was at his usual spot in the cafe, headphones on, typing away, his gum looking… well, let’s just say it’s seen better days. Two weeks of constant chewing has taken its toll. The gum, once a proud symbol of minty resilience, now appears weak and overly sticky, clinging to Bernie’s resolve like a desperate ex.
Meanwhile, Sweet Sweet Rosie made her grand entrance. Rosie is a tiny, fluffy dog with big, soulful eyes and a penchant for attention. She’s also, apparently, a tattletale.
Lauren and I were sitting nearby, discussing Evil Leslie’s antics from the day before, when Rosie trotted up to us, her sparkly pink collar jingling. “Hi, Rosie,” Lauren cooed, offering her a pat. That’s when Rosie looked at us, wagged her tail, and said—yes, said—“My mom tried to ruin the gum.”
Lauren and I froze, staring at Rosie in shock. “What did you just say?” I managed to sputter.
“She offered him banana nut bread,” Rosie explained, her voice sweet as honey. “She knew it would ruin the gum. She told me it was her ‘master plan.’”
Lauren’s jaw dropped. “Leslie tried to sabotage the gum… with banana nut bread? That’s low. Even for her.”
Rosie nodded solemnly. “She baked it herself. Said no one can resist her banana nut bread.”
At this point, Bernie had taken off his headphones and was looking at us quizzically. “What’s going on?” he asked.
“Your gum’s integrity was almost compromised,” Lauren said dramatically. “Leslie tried to trick you with banana nut bread!”
Bernie raised an eyebrow. “I mean… I wouldn’t have eaten it. I’m allergic to bananas.”
Rosie wagged her tail. “You’re welcome.”
While Bernie seemed unfazed, the rest of us were shaken by Leslie’s underhanded tactics. And honestly, I’m worried about the gum. It’s not just a metaphorical battle anymore; it’s a physical one. The gum is visibly weakening. It stretches too much, and Bernie has to adjust it constantly to keep chewing. Can it survive another week? Another day?
We’ll see what happens next, but one thing’s clear: Sweet Sweet Rosie may be Leslie’s dog, but her loyalty lies with truth and justice. And gum, apparently.
Stay tuned for the next chapter in Bernie’s chewy saga. Will the gum hold out? Will Leslie cook up another evil plan? And will Rosie uncover even more secrets? Only time will tell.
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