I have a monkey head.

I have a monkey head.

roll the air into little balls and stack them in invisible little pyramids. I then wait form people to trip over them, sending them rolling across the floor. When people stepped

on heroin it just made it bad time for the poorer junkies. It did however make a lot of extra moolah, which was great because my drug dealer had never traveled much, so Pyramids

to Tokyo tower was a routine perambulation for him. He'd traveled faster than some people could spam folds. All it took was inserting a bottle of coke and some pop rocks up his rec

ently constructed airships control core, and the world was his to explore. Not just the world, mind you. The entire galaxy was his to seek out. Unfortunately for him, he also had

another galaxy on the side, with whom he was cheating on with the first galaxy. But the airship cadets never knew that and so he never got a chance to explore the world as he had

ended up dying horrifically in a weird sex act committed by the galaxies. Future anthropologists would be mystified by the pose his body would be found in, and that would result in

fitting punishment for imposing his sentience on a galaxy just to experience intergalactic rapture in a massive black hole collision. His body rematerialized with an elliptic bulge

signifying he would now be required to purchase two seats on intergalactic space travel. The extra cost was a burden but he was still able to visit Neptune for his annual vacation.