So lets see if I can get the Face it Facts right in this little game, as I try to remain tame and do a 55 word story thing. Oh pain this could bring. As I have to shut my yap, once I hit the 55 word trap. But look I got exactly 55 in rhyme, with my 55 word dime. So here I go, psssst this part doesn't count just so you know.
Bleach fumes encompassed the hairs of my nose.
I saw a guy wearing a radioactive suit for clothes.
I received a dirty look as he cleaned.
He seemed to be the source, that dastardly fiend.
I shrugged saying I thought it was gas.
I never knew anything would actually come out my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.