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Sno Balls by Michael Frissore
"The Sno Balls are approaching, Sir," Jimmy said as he entered the party, dressed in camouflage and wearing a cooking pot on his head. Everyone stared at him as he stood saluting the entire room. No one knew what he was talking about, or whom he was talking to. Todd, the birthday boy spoke up.
"I'll, uh...alert the troops?"
"Yes, Sir," Jimmy replied. Then he goosed stepped out of the room, out of the house, and into oncoming traffic. Onlookers were shocked upon witnessing the death of the stranger.
"Who's up for some Duck Duck Goose?" Todd proposed. Everyone then gathered in a circle and enjoyed the game until a giant Hostess Sno Ball crashed onto the house, killing everyone instantly.