"Don't worry. When the time is right, you

"Don't worry. When the time is right, you will just feel it you know: deep inside of you, like a glimmer of opportunity. It will start up like a perpetual machine, digging deep

inside your innards. Then it'll build to a head until it explodes out of you in a glorious shower of chaos!" "Sorry," Ann said, looking appalled, "but WHAT will explode out of me?"

"A baby, of course. Or a demon baby if the chromosomes align," I assured her, placing a damp cloth on her head. To ensure that Ann's baby entered a chaotic world, I knocked over

her Little Prince snow globe paperweight. It fell into the crib, the sugar crystal shattering to release sparkling planetoids onto the laced blanket. Ann's contractions increased

as the acid starting to kick in. Ann was giving birth at a Grateful Dead concert, on stage. Jerry Garcia

was eating ice cream from the unicorns butt while dancing a defense of material realism being a more ethical position for a jug band to take. Ann was still giving birth & getting k

injected straight into the sole of her foot, for some reason. The Martians had seen enough. They were packing up their papers in their briefcases when Patricia O'Neal sneaks into

See what of her papers they are packing. It turns our they had forms to fill out. Later and had taken lots of notes. None of the papers were hers. Whew! These little green

rattled in her hand, gripped taught. Putting all her effort into reading, finally, she made out two words printed in bold: THE END