Seventeen. One to do it and sixteen to shell the M&M's.
He went to the Shell station.
Dead.
One I say one.
Because they fall through his hands.
One to screw in the lightbulb, stock four carts of supplies, and handle seventeen simultaneous customers at any one time for five consecutive hours.
The front row of a Willie Nelson concert.
A monster on roller-skates.
You find M&M shells all over the kitchen floor.
