"I think we should do what the Eskimos do.

"I think we should do what the Eskimos do. Just kick the old people out of the igloos. Leave them for the polar bears and the storm." "Um... Thanks for your input Jerry.

Now let's get back on topic: Paper or plastic?" Hmm, tough choice, Jerry thought to himself. On the one hand, paper feels good and composts nicely. On the other hand, it

's good to have plastic, 'cause I could reuse them as lunch bags. Wow.This is such a big decision. I just don't know what to do!" Jim began to cry. Choosing paper or plastic overwh

elmed the "Captain" from the future. He said he was aboard something called the Enterprise. That he'd visited strange worlds. But Jim couldn't deal with today's grocery store

Sales because the items contained toxic chemicals and flavours. Even the olive oil was adulterated and mixed with canola to save money. Jim went to the farmers market instead.

He knew both their intentions and products were certainly purer than the usual options. Even their granola was more likely hug him than cause distress, which was a comfort

to his now full stomach. Granola could really hug those insides, he thought.

The problems tended to compound when the insides started hugging back. Nay, absorbing. Then they didn’t stop & the insides started absorbing my outsides: granola & everything else.

I now exist both inside and outside my outsides and insides, in a constant tumbling flux of my insides, which are my outsides, absorbing my outsides, which become my insides, etc.

I just noticed a new phenomenon: I am beginning to split in two like a cell. POP! So here I am now, as two organisms. I’d better sign off. “Bye for now!” “Yeah, bye for now!"