John R took the call from John T. "Get down

John R took the call from John T. "Get down to intensive care NOW. Phoebe's not going make it & she's asking for you." John R vowed revenge on John Q for shooting the only woman he

had yet to get with. If Phoebe died without him scoring, he'd lose his rep as a womaniser. John R rushed to the hospital. "I'll kill you, John Q," he muttered, fists clenched

like a first offender's sphincter. John R found Phoebe in the I.C. unit. The doctor turned around. His nametag said John J. "Hmm, the plot thickens" said John R. "Where's John Q?"

Phoebe raised her head weakly & tried to signal a warning to John R, but the "doctor" whipped out a large syringe & stabbed John R in the forehead. ARGHH! John Q struck again! Phoe

be's eyelids slid shut and her head hit the pillow with a thud. John R soon joined Phoebe, as John Q's syringe plunged into his skull. Darkness washed over them. John Q cackled

Johny?" said Suzi Q. Johny Q wipped around to face his ex. "I thought you were..." "Dead"? she finished. Suddenly Johny T. cold move again. "Johny B. Good & Suzi Q. cuffed Johny Q.

to Alice B. Toklas and Dwight K. Schrute in the back seat. Johnny B. Goode & Suzi Q. were taking Johny Q. and everybody else to Alfred E. Neuman's house for a J.R.R. Tolkien

and George R. R. Martin death match. E.E. Cummings brought balloons from a goatman, Wile E. Coyote had designs to bring a cake. Hunter S. Thompson brought bats in case people

were forming an audience of unmotivated potheads, and T.H.E. Cat went around pickpocketing said audience. The crime went off a hitch, but the marks left for their munchies.