Higgins wrote a book about this; it said

Higgins wrote a book about this; it said 'those that do nothing shan't be allowed to partay'. My friend was an idiot. It was 2050 and books were definitely no longer relevant in

the bathroom. People now searched the internet through their brain stems on the toilet. This was 2050 after all. And my friend was an idiot. Not the jock kind of idiot, but more

of the village type: he stood around with a wooden hayfork, drooling, his overalls held up by one strap. One day he was googling while he 'did his duty,' and discovered he could

wire a bucket under his chin to catch his drool. Being the village idiot, he didn't know Google was changing his life. As he stood around drooling and Googling, the other villagers

, nose red yet shiny, left knee flaky yet itchy, armpit moist yet.... Pansy put down her pen and pondered whether describing body parts was her creative writing strength. Or maybe

it was just the overuse of "yet". Pansy had the tendency to use these, along with too many "then"s, but as she was removing them, she was shocked to find her writing collapse into

an alternative universe, and she followed it. In this new world, Pansy was a celebrated author. She had many books published and another exhausting book tour ahead of her. She

shrieked at the mouse that had run up her leg into her lederhosen. She lived up to her name Pansy and ran in intergalactic circles trying to dislodge the dodgy bugger.

Tiger Lily, out on the Mothership, took pity on her and destroyed her planet. She set course for the Sol System to look into their new Orange Overlord.