It was the second last day of my life. I

It was the second last day of my life. I knew because the astrologer told me so. I then asked the astrologer if he knew that he would die that very day. when he said 'no' I killed

him, just to be cheeky. As I stared at the astrologer's lifeless body, I tilted back my head and let out a roaring laugh. "Guess the stars were not aligned!" I took over his

body during an astral projection and had some fun making bogus readings: "That wrinkle means you're immortal"; "You're a Scorpittarius"; and "You must start a blog, Your Highness"

Then the Karma Police showed up. "I'm afraid your misusing your non-corporeal projection in violation of twilight zoning codes. We are forced to transfer you into a cat." "Meow?"

Luckily, I had a good Dogma, and he showed up just in time to chase the Karma Police away. Inadvertently, I began to lick my new feline paws and rub the side of my head, which

which still smelled like the Karma Chamelion I'd just eaten. My Dogma knocked over a rich bottle of Demigrogue and we lapped it up together. Feline and Canine. It was Kismet

the Rat who got the dregs. Having disposed of all the victuals at the Banquet of Destiny we were left to fend for ourselves. The Dog spilled the shaker with the salt of skepticism

and threw it over his left shoulder to fend off Satan. Only thing was that Satan was standing behind The Dog's right shoulder.We were skeptical it was actually him at first, but

he showed us his driver's licence and asked us to call him Beelzebub. The Dog just looked up into the sky at a fluffy white cloud that was shaped like a