This saga begins with a little man living

This saga begins with a little man living in a cave. One day, the little man woke up to the sound of a bear sniffing his pants that were hanging from a rock a few feet away. Scared

the little man pretends to be asleep or dead. The bear sniffs his pants again. "Yep" the bear says "I knew you were the one who stole my honey.I plant a special aromatic herb near

my bush. The oils from the Herb are supposed to encourage my bush to grow thick and strong. I hope the aromatics on my bush don't kill this special herb, I love symbiosis why

don't Herb and Bush get along? Herb is a slick operator with a wardrobe of plaid suites and deadbeat clients. I'm Bush's PR assistant. He couldn't talk his way out of of a

a cave ... cave ... cave. Hey, is there an echo in here, here, here? Shit. This just won't do for the big presser I've scheduled for Bush. We'll have to move it to

a vacuum, where sound cannot travel. That way Bush couldn't say anything to doom his post-presidential approval ratings campaign. Unfortunately, we didn't account for

the special theory of relativity, and Bushed managed to balls things up anyway. His approval ratings were through the basement overnight. We decided that this wasn't necessarily a

bad thing. After all, we'd wisely bet on more horses. So we decided that Albert E should be Clinton's running mate instead. They made a nicer couple anyway: a hot blonde and the

tousle-haired git who stole all his work from his fellow researchers because he was too busy skiving off school & hitting on ugly German women. Back to the horse races, Pinkie Pie

had spent the last four hours being trampled under the hooves of the race horses. She was flat as a piece of cardboard. And she was happier than she'd ever been in her life.