Headless Mannequin Fury

I was socked in the jaw by one of the headless mannequins the other day. Probably pay back for tearing his arm out of its socket. They have it so easy. Perfect bodies. No skin to worry about the complexion of and now face to ponder the feautures of. And when they're not just standing there in the sun modeling some Levi's, they're having a big orgy in the back of the RV (although two of 'em prefer the privacy of the shower.) So really, the nerve of Lucien Levi to lay one on me for the simple mistake of moving him by a flimsy body part was completely uncalled for.
I really have to stop writing when I'm drunk, tired and up at strange hours. Particularly when the writing manifests in negative rant e-mails and I stupidly press send. Anyone who was a recipient of said e-mails, I do apologize.
I'm off to ice my chin now. :)