Below is the assignment from class last Monday.
Pam the barrista spins the coffee churn like a bug-eyed robot crushing insects. She never knew home, but she remembers Roberto holding his yellow umbrella that bright night 16 years ago. His loquacious manner made him many friends, including the pet monkey who was fed only spaghetti-o's. Monkey( he danced to Ronaldo) would sit and slurp and burg; thoroughly enjoying himself in sassy time. Pam never knew her home but she knew Roberto with his monkey(Ronaldo).
Sitting at the bar, waiting for the barrista, Kurt lets out a burp, shaking stone. Bright-eyes and young, Catherine spins, a puppet controlled by the clever, cruel robot called capitalism. Kurt crushes his teeth, draws a breath and ask, "What can I do to make this last in a umbrella-less world where monkeys toss shit out the windows"?
Catherine sighs and demands to be put on the next plane back to Albuquerque.
Kurt responds, "Fine, but one last plate of spaghetti before you go, and the kind that doesn't make me shit yellow, please".
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