In the beginning, there were 1,800 potential

In the beginning, there were 1,800 potential characters. Then just like that, there were 1,620.

"Clear!" yelled Dr. Foldenstein. The defibrillator rushed electrical energy to Fold 1, but to no avail. "Those 180 characters are dead and gone, as are these," he said. 1,440 left.

Dr. Foldenstein had a dream. A patchwork of folds stitched together & reanimated. A monstrous story to become more famous than he was. He hooked the defibrillator to the lightning

rod on his computer & the folded story morphed into an exquisite corpse.Angry the 49er's game wasn't on,the folded monster roared 6606 epithets until Dr. Foldenstein taped its mout

h shut with gaffer tape. "This is the last time you will come between the folds!" Dr Foldenstein told the folded monster. With the spare tape Dr Foldenstein created

a monster fold from bits of other folds. Dr. Foldenstein's beast had Det. Manatee's torso and Squawker's waste. He'd attached Spam Baby's head with lug nuts.

Or was it wingnuts? Madam Wong would know. Anyway, Dr. Folderstein's MonsterFold time-traveled into the future, past rainbows, unicorns, & kitty litter, arriving at precisely 9:42

:37.66541987 UTC. "Damned atomic watch," he complained. Some kitty litter had collected in his fedora, and he gruffly shook the hat to free it of the pebbles. "It's time for a

thought" he thought, but he was alone in a desolate place and could think no further. Having memorized his surroundings, he chose to blindfold himself and search for farts.

He found none.