Scattered glass filled the room of Mayor Meanswell. From the glass he picked up a rock with a torn paper on it. He uncrumpled the paper and read the words written in crayon.
“LAZY FOR LYFE!” The note said.
Meanswell shook his head as he looked out the window to see Robbie Rotten, crudely showing his middle finger to show disrespect towards the town's mayor. Meanswell shook his head and sat town on his chair. He leaned on his desk and placed his hands on his face.
“What brings you to cause us this minor inconvenience Robert?” Meanswell sighed. “When your mother was around, she taught you not to do such things. After she died, you began to act out... “
“Mayor?” Said Miss busybody opening up the ajar door. “Why are you talking to yourself?”
“Ah, don’t pay mind to me. I’m just babbling about what to have for lunch.” Meanswell chuckled.
Busybody awkwardly laughed. Meanswell knew she heard him. He just