It's the year 2024, and gluten has been outlawed.

It's the year 2024, and gluten has been outlawed. Ronald is standing behind the counter of his secret, underground bakery when a mysterious figure enters. The figure

the Caped Glutenator need to resupply his wheat muffin, bagel, dumpling,cookie, butter bisquit, donut, pumpernickle & rye bread, and eclair supplies.. Ronald 's illegal backery

a balanced blend of invigorating pharmaceuticals, it kicked ass out of a day of idleness. "Be 100% unproductive, feel $1,000,000!" gushed a regular as he munched his Quarter Ouncer

Cokehead Burger. "Boy, do I feel like a million bucks!" Jim cried, simultaneously licking and snorting the last bits of his burger. "I think I should go

refill my McCracken fries and malted meth shake before returning to work. Maybe the guys at the office would like some. Maybe I should order

their deaths. Maybe the guys at the office need to die. Not like, a maybe, but should die. I contacted the demon who still owed me 2 more wishes.

"Hi this is Indian Tech Support, how ma-" "Sorry wrong number", I said, and dialled the wish demon. "Hey bruh! Yea. Yea. Yea the two wishes. Ok. Ok man see you later." I put down

The phone and wondered who to ask for help now. My uncle Jack may be able to help, so I rang him up. He said he would be there in about one hour. He drove a vintage car, stubbornly

and badly. I forgot about that. So I rang up my other uncle, Bob, the rich one. Ten minutes later his private heli touched down beside me and we were off. Off to freedom once more.