Grammar Nazi
I stared at the man on my doorstep, curious and worried. "Any problem, Sir?" I cast a surreptitious glance at the rifle he clamped in his beefy hands.
"Yes. I am a Grammar Nazi. My colleagues and I rummage the world in search of those criminals who use wrong grammar, especially on the internet,"
"Oh." I nodded.
"Indeed. And right now, your under arrest!"
I couldn't help it. I laughed.
© Enjeck Cleopatra
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