"Sorry sir, the country on this passport

"Sorry sir, the country on this passport doesn't exist." The airport clerk hands back the document. "But I've lived there my entire life, how is that possible?" Gerald flails,

the air terminal darkening and spinning around him. Long moments later, a stranger hands Gerald some coffee. "I'm sorry about your country, but we needed to adjust history so that

the apocalypse that we call "Jury's Day" could never happen. He reveals a photo of an irradiated corpse, "now this robot in disguise has been thwarted, humanity's future is safe".

Suddenly, Keln stood up and took out a can of "Spittin' Juice." His eyes flashed with intent and he said, "We will fight them with this!." The Judge looked at him, "With that can

of 'Spittin' Juice'? I'll have you declared legally insane!" And with that, the judge slammed down the gavel and Keln found himself on a one-way trip to the Nut House. At first, he

thought it might be kind of nice. Peaceful. Less complicated.Maybe even a more comfortable bed.But within a week,Keln realized he was crazy for thinking those thoughts. "I AM nuts!

"Goodbye, See you later, i gotta go" . i asked why but then he slammed the door

He slammed it hard. It was loud. I thought maybe over how loud he'd slammed the door that maybe he hadn't heard my asking him why. So I rang the door bell again. I heard the cock

of a Clover Mite is ten times bigger than its entire body…oh, snap…wrong Fold. Sorry! Uh…lemme see. I heard the cock of a Glock and I got my ass out of there…pronto!