Wafers In A Box

I can't apologize enough for this:


“WHAT THE FUCK?” squealed Mickey Mouse. He hit the door-open button of the elevator repeatedly but it was too late. It had just begun to descend. He started hitting every floor button between the fifth and tenth.

“Hey! Don’t do that!” said the box’s other passenger; a portly man in gray business suit.

“Did you shit yourself!” said Mickey.

“Drop dead!” said the businessman.

“I just might!” said Mickey. “I can’t very well breathe, can I! What the hell did you eat!”

“It wasn’t me!”

“Yeah, sure it wasn’t. You shit yourself, didn’t you, you stupid ass.” The elevator made a dinging bell noise.

“Go to hell,” said the man.

“You go to hell, you stinky fucker.” The elevator stopped and the door opened. “Have a nice day, stink-ass,” said Mickey as he departed onto the ninth floor. The door closed behind him.

“Fucking mouse,” muttered the businessman.