# The Atoz Game (Part 1)

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**Created:** [January 24, 2020, 9:53pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/the-atoz-game-part-1/846920 "2020-01-24T21:53:33Z")\
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**Round Robin storytelling, everyone submit a sentence, starting with the appropriate letter, of course**

**A** steadfast young soldier, home from the War, sought to seek his fortune.  
**B** ob (for that was his name) went first to his parents’ house, eager to see them after three long years away.  
**C** hicken was cooking on the stove and Bob was starving for a home cooked meal.  
“ **D** arling! You’re Home!”, his mother gushed with joy.  
**E** xcitedly, Bob embraced his mother.  
“ **F** ather will be home shortly,” she said. “I want you two to behave this time.”  
**G** oing to the window, Bob saw his father coming to the door.  
**H** aving denied his oedipal urges all these years, Bob felt an irrepressible rage rise within himself.  
“ **I** ‘ll try to behave, Mother,” he said, “but it won’t be easy.”  
**J** aw and fists clenched, eyes bulging, Bob waited by the window.  
**K** illing had become easy for Bob.  
“ **L** et’s see what he has to say before we act” his brother asked while lowering the rifle Bob had raised to meet his father…  
“ **M** eh, you’re right,” Bob said to his brother Steve. “Put the rifle back in the closet; we know where it is if we need it.”  
**N** egan entered the house, naively unaware of his sons’ patricidal conversation.  
**O** edipus, still blerary-eyed after this sudden arousal from a long slumber next to the steady fire in Bob’s id, shrugged at the sight of Negan, then slowly shook his head and resumed his recumbency.  
“ **P** OW!” went the gun.  
**Q** uizzically, father looked at son, and son at father.  
“ **R** obert Negan!”, the mother exclaimed with a scream!  
“ **S** eems to me like you might’ve worked on your marksmanship a bit more while you were in the Army,” Negan said, unharmed and raising an eyebrow as he sat down in his easy chair.

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