The wizard had said it might come to this.

The wizard had said it might come to this. Always before, shouting the words, he had been clothed - here in the shower, would the Captain be nude? Would the lightning electrocute

the children? Would the past be over? How many hands had he shaked? It was a world of madmen & uncertainty & potential mental losses. Wizard GWB3 stood in the shower, pontificating

because, that's where he pontificated best. Wizard GWB3 lathered himself up sermonizing, like a power harangue and that's when he saw the toaster in the hands of

Vicki4. Now, a word about Vicki4. In Wizard GWB3's eyes, she the finest piece of machinery he'd ever laid...eyes on. But not 2 bright. Vicki4 came at him in the shower, the toaster

still intact with her bosom. BOOM. They were both electrocuted in fury. GWB3 somehow managed to turn off the water, but they both lay steaming in a heap on the floor of the tub.

GWB3 stored a mental note in his remaining memory bits to only fraternize with artificially bossomed entertainobots in a hot tub after his connector was shrink wrapped.

January 2013 saw the Dark Age begin, announced by the dragonmen who numbered 4,582,854 in 2016. The Bureau of Statistics offered no explanation for the mutation of goats who were

in open rebellion on New Zealand's North Island. They insisted that they were not kidding around. Their spokesgoat, Billy, insisted that they understood that it was a horny issue &

it may behoove them to butt out. The Maori Mayor called a meeting of the people and the goats and tried to write a peace treaty, which Billy wound up eating instead of signing.