He felt a sharp pain in his side as he scurried

He felt a sharp pain in his side as he scurried hurriedly down the ladder. He felt a numbing burning sensation at the core of his body. He knew how she felt

when she had the clap. But this was something far worse. This was a tape worm that had gotten out of control. He forgot it was there and entered a hot dog eating contest. Now

the tape worm had mutated and crawled its way into his cranium. He could feel it wiggling and gnawing on his grey matter. Just as it approached his ocular lobe he remembered

........? What? Who? Is that someone knocking on the inside of my head. Wait I know the Answer! I just can't remember the question anymore. Surely Shirley Burly will carry the

Curly Wurly. Reved up like a douche or is it a duce? My train of thought had left the station and derailed plummiting my memories into a bottomless gorge. I needed help. So I dial,

a random number. I heard a voice answer "Brewster". I asked whether he'd like to participate in a survey for a chance to win a vacation. "Sure , I got a minute". In my deranged

subconscious, I somehow remember that this is a really bad idea and could end horribly for me if I fail to answer the "skill testing question."

I made myself really nervous with that. "3.1415926535!" I blurted out. "1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55 89!" I stabbed at the air. "8675309!" I was on a frantic, uncontrollable roll.

It was more like a biscuit, really, but it was taking me to places I'd never been. No one warned me about the electric batter. I blinked away a prime number and nibbled another.