The marigolds that year came from a darker

The marigolds that year came from a darker sea. Goats died, cows shriveled in the field, and potatoes were greener than the hills. Seamus and Eileen stared into their "hope broth",

the fumes traveling into their nostrils all the while, further poisoning their addled brains and making them see even more bizarre visions. The moon began to implode as it laughed

at the puny little mortals, so reliant on the tides! Well, it'd show them! Too long had it been regulating the water levels of the ocean with no thanks! Soon, there would no longer

any children. Mandatory abortions for all helped curb the population overgrowth, and there'd be less little crotch droppings crying and growing up to be criminals. Or we drown them

." Kenny had said all he was going to say at this boy scout outing. No one dared say a word. One of the youngest scouts started crying. Kenny got his tea party badge and

stomped off into the forest. Within an hour he was hopelessly lost. For weeks, Kenny wandered the national park, trying to locate a highway. His scouting skills were pathetic.

Kenny was good at only a few things: first aid, setting fires, and running amok. Scouting wasn't one of them. In the hope that someone would see, Kenny set off a flare

into the sky. How stupid had he been to think that Hubert was the scout he had needed? Hubert could barely remember what he had had for breakfast, let alone save the world.

It was a bad decision to trust Hubert, a series of serious errors in judgment he'd made & now literally everyone on Earth would pay the price. He would issue no warning. Oblivion

is not as bad as it sounds, no traffic jams, no forclosures, no Mondays, no dutch ovens, no hemrhoids, no callous workmates, no parking tickets, and best of all, no Huberts.