I don't think this is Mr. Black and I can tell you why.
I met Mr. Black as promised in his home town at a corner by two supermarkets. I have been quiet about this until now.
He was there at the appointed time...and quite nervous. Obviously older, overweight and under-conditioned, it seemed like an easy score. Little did I know about HER.
Well, she was about three hundred pounds...plus or minus about fifty. As I squared off with Mr. Black I heard weasing behind me. At first it was miniscule and while I 'heard' it I paid it no mind. My focus was on Mr. Black.
It was about the time that I felt the panting on the back of my neck that I fully recognized what the weasing behind actually was...IT WAS A FAT WOMEN WHO WAS REALLY HUNGRY. I barely escaped at that point by simply ducking and rolling to my right.
Mr. Black's eyes were alight. I was trapped in his snare. I was the prey. His wife...his wife....his wife...(shudder)...his wife was...was...the predator. The hunger in her face was evident. She hadn't eaten like this in a while. I barely escape at all.
Luckily I had a Twix in my pocket. Rummaging through my pockets in a febile attempt to stop the beast about to devour me body and soul I found the Twix. Quickly I whisteled, twirled the Twix over my head, and yelled, "Here girl, go fetch." I threw the Twix at Mr. Black.
Mr. Black, eyes confused, caught the Twix. He was confused only for a moment. The next, he was assaulted by Mrs. Black, her only concern was the Twix.
Sadly, Mr. Black was killed that day. Mrs. Black was subdued by the zoo officials with a tranqulizer and it is rumored that she was subsequently moved into the L.A. zoo or to Russia or Germany for 'feminine' studies.
I'm just lucky to be alive today.