This year, the team was challenged to come

This year, the team was challenged to come up with a machine that would perform twelve tasks on

each on a day of Christmas. On the first day of Christmas, the CEO was fired and we all went home a little bit tired. On the second day of Christmas, the division was downsized

their trucks tires were shot out, the van careened, hit a jersey barrier, and burst into flames, killing all of the occupants. The good news was that

The aliens had sticks, marshmallows, Hershey bars, and Graham crackers. Ther may have be sless humans, but there's were. Now smore desserts. BTW, aliens don't wait for them to cool

and enjoy them even more when the smores are on fire. And quite a bit more when the humans are on fire too. They developed their superior technology in order to light stuff on fire

. You could say they were a race of pyromaniacs. Somehow they'd managed to build a civilization out of fire retarding materials, but after they'd scorched their planet,

they found a new one to conquer, a beautiful blue one that some knew as Earth.

Their dreadnoughts approached the prospective planet. It had it all--oceans, forests, mountains. "Sir." the navigator said, "there seems to be some sort of contamination here."

The captain glanced down at the monitor, but suddenly recoiled in horror from readout. "Good god man! Everything on the surface is moving as if carpeted by a sheen of evil!"