It was 9am my heart was beating rapidly.

It was 9am my heart was beating rapidly. My legs felt like a piece of jell-o. I need to go to the hospital. Relief is what I urned for in this moment, now I am a

happy child. When I got to the hospital, I swere I saw Posiden and Zeus. A small spider was crawling on Zeus and a large elephant was crawling on Posiden. On the table was mcdonald

who was the midget Irish doctor attending to me. He stood on his tiptoes and looked in my mouth. "Well there's nothing wrong with you physically, so..." I said, "So?" He said, "So

it looks like it's all in your head." he said. I frowned. "No, it looks like it's over yours", I said, making the obvious joke at the expense of the Irish midget doctor. The needle

began swaying again, letting us know that it had passed underfoot. Did it really matter any more? And why were we still on this bridge? Midgets with vertigo were hardly

entertaining enough to divert us from the horror. From the bridge, we looked down onto what might only be described at Cthulu's own nightmare. One by one, the midgets jumped

like lemmings over the mountain. Oddly, they all survived the fall. The deep crevasse was just body painting on a bunch of swimsuit models. The midgets were grateful for the

pinnacle of the storm, lashing about with an air of self-importance that was pretty ironic when you think about it. Swords raised, the army

of animated toy soldiers charged over the cliff falling from the table into the waiting maw of Rex thus ending their brief existence among the living.