"He thought he was dying, so he told her

"He thought he was dying, so he told her everything." I overheard this when I was getting my mocha. Who was dying? Who was she? What was everything? I had to follow the voice.

It came from a middle-aged guy sitting by the counter. He had a thin moustache and was wearing a large purple hat with a massive feather on it. One of his hands was a hook... Hook!

This guy sitting at the counter with the hook on his hand would peer nervously behind him as the clock ticked. He asked for Pancakes.

"I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you would be if it weren't for your eyebrows," said the hook-handed man as he stroked Ms. Mabel Syrup's cheek with his hook. Mr. Pancakes

bubbled with jealousy. "Actually," he said a bit too loud, "Ms Mabel Syrup's eyebrows are like twin pythons atop the Taj Mahal itself!" She raised one python, shook Mr Hook's

uninjured hand. They kissed. Just like one of those love-hate rom coms fresh off the assembly line of Predictability. Captain Hook & Mabel Syrup stunned the Human development class

With their folding stories, one of which Professor Edamski liked so much he got the whole class folding stories. Their work was collected and published by the University Press.

Once published, the folding stories became hugely popular in the city, and eventually the world. The creators of the stories had become very famous. Little did they know that...

... celebrity had its price! Slim Whitman, the greatest of them all, was found dead in Atlantic City, having overdosed on cocaine snorted off of his last fold. It was BRILLIANT.