Just Another Suit

“Oh, man,” Marco said, opening his closet, “I really need to do some laundry. I’m down to my last suit.”

He undressed and reached towards the hanger that the suit was loosely hung up on, preparing to get dressed for the day, when suddenly the suit sprung to life!

“Oh shit!” Marco said, jumping back before realizing that his roommate was inside of the suit, “God damn it, Rocky. Scared me half to death. Come on man, get outta there – it’s the last one I’ve got clean and I need to wear it this afternoon.”

“I don’t think so,” said Rocky unhooking himself from the hanger, “I think I’m gonna keep this one for good. In fact, I’m think I’m gonna take all of your suits.”

“What?” said Marco, “What are you talking about? Come on, stop joking. You know I’ve always shared my suits with you. You can wear them whenever you want – it’s just, this is my last one. I’ll clean up the other ones when I get home tonight, but I’ve gotta use this one today, man.”

“I don’t think you get it,” said Rocky with a sneer, “I’m tired of sharing!”

Before Marco could say another word, Rocky rushed towards him with a syringe in hand, quickly and firmly knocking Marco to the ground.

“Shouldn’t have left this stuff just laying out on the coffee table!” smiled Rocky, holding Marco against the floor as he injected the serum.

“Rocky, please don’t!” said Marco, his voice weakening, “I trusted you…”

Rocky held Marco down for a few moments as he watched the last signs of life vanish from his  face.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so quick to trust me,” Rocky said to the Marco suit as he placed it on a hanger in the closet, “Now you’re just another suit in your own collection!”