The End of Mr Table

Once upon a time there was a table called Mr Table. It was big and strong and very study, so much so that it actually warranted it's hefty price tag (thousands of sterlings). The table was very happy for many months and enjoyed being used by responsible and respectful staff but uUnfortunately it was frequently abused when Jelly came over to play. Jelly would frequently force the table to move around whilst it's wheel locks were locked, causing the table much pain and stress.

After many months or torturous abuse, Mr Table's poor wheels eroded and it's little tires slipped off making it even harder to move Mr Table around. Although this is outrageous enough, it is only the tip of this cacky iceberg. Luckily for us, even after months of torture, Mr Table was still super sturdy and strong and provided us with many more months of wonderful service until yesterday when Jelly; Mr Table's arch nemesis, decided to end Mr Tables life.

With a thrust of it's massive gut, Jelly slammed it's girth on top of Mr Table without warning, Mr Table shrieked in pain before buckling at the wheels, immediately becoming crippled. A nonplussed Jelly laughed with evil menace before wobbling back over to it's stone chair for more refreshments. We stood around shocked in disbelief.