Alien Poo, I’m surprised you brought up the topic of “the rest stop story” since you know all the details. Why would you want to read it? Because you want to make me blush?

So, okay, though, I will tell it:

We pulled into a rest stop where a big white van was parked as well and Summer thought she heard, “Help us! Help us!” coming from inside it. So I courageously went up to one of the small back windows and looked in and saw ELVES THAT WERE BEING KIDNAPPED.

Just at that moment, the truck driver, who I noticed had one arm, came up behind me and raised a heavy flashlight in his one hand to hit me over the head. When I spun around, he quickly flicked the switch and shone it in my eyes as if he were illuminating my view.

But, I knew it was a fake reprieve until any witnesses were gone; I drove my head into his solar plexus and Summer and Cameron jumped on top of him. We called the police and they came and freed the elves and we all got a medal from Santa. Needless to say, the one-armed man is on the Naughty list.

Is that okay, Alien Poo?