One day the man walk into a the home.And

One day the man walk into a the home.And but he found cat and cat say," mow." And I say to him "my dad's ded." Then who was phone?!

Phone was me! Driver of Ambuleence! Ha no DED!! I give the man to living again I sed I drive bak to hosspatal noe. I lik to

keep no-ded ppl out of hosapetal bcuz the can be all ive at homme!" There was something funny about his excuse, but I let him return to his ambulance and went back to my reading.

My reading consisted of Mad Magazine. Despite being 89, I loved it. It was funny. Still funny. Topical. It helped me understand the kids today. That way it was easier to prey

on the little ones and get them into my van. They all tasted so delicious and unique, and I wasn't just making myself happy, I was doing my part to end the overpopulation problem.

That's the lie I told myself as I crackled maniacally. I squirmed with anticipation as I finally got my cargo into the dilapidated van and I wondered

if the cybernetic body suit would still fit me after all these years. I shouldn't have worried. It adapted to my paunch and I tapped in to the Net effortlessly. Time to hack!

was patched into Norad's quantum matrix. I tracked it to a secluded patch of Farmville, pretending to be a tomato icon. As I zeroed in, black pixel copters flew overhead.

I had no choice, but to try and escape to a different window. Running through angry mobs of "likes", I finally got to the photoshop safehouse. There, my journey came to an end.