"Hammer, let's try this again, hammer." said

"Hammer, let's try this again, hammer." said Bobby Skids into the phone. "Hammer, if I don't say hammer at the beginning and end of every sentence, I die hammer." We continued the

conversation. "I don't really understand. This should not be possible" was the only thing i managed to say. "Hammer, it is really simple hammer. If i don't.." and with that he died

"Screwdriver, What a way to go, screwdriver." I muttered. I clutched my chest. The lexicon tool virus had spread! "Screwdriver, I must tell someone! screwdriver"

The home depot clerk slid a screwdriver down the bar towards me and I gulped it down. The people waiting in line behind me all clapped. Next I asked for a drillbit.

The shoppers gasped in anticipation. The clerk hesitantly slid the drillbit down the bar. I picked it up and showed it to the man next to me. He touched the tip, and it instantly

separated his finger from his hand. It continued on its grisly course and ripped straight into his shoulder, through the side of his ribcage, and into his left lung. Blood spurted

from her vagina for the first time. Spurted is wrong, more like "glooped." Her first period, she was a woman now. But she couldn't think about that while her friend was attacked

by a jittery tattoo artist. "Ow, that's my eye," her friend cried. But Michael J. Fox was determined. He took another sip of coffee and went back to work. "M-O-M. I can do this. No

one will call you a sissy after Michael J. the Fox gives you a tattoo. What do you want, a DeLorean?" Her friend, still crying, nodded in pain. Mike took another chug of coffee