"A FLYING SHARPIE, AHHH, WHAT ARE WE GOING

"A FLYING SHARPIE, AHHH, WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?" was the first thing that woke me up that morning. Literally the morning. "It's four am, SHUT UP AND SLEEP," I growled to my

wife. She was having nightmares these days. I don't know why. But it was getting annoying. One day

she woke up and told me she dreamed I cheated on her. She was pissed all day long and we didn't have sex for a week. I had a dream she could fly, so I pushed her out of a plane.

***SPLAT***

The kidney had dropped on the floor. Dr. Spay hoped no one saw that. He reached down to the floor but a nurse stepped on it. She slid across the room on a read streak and slammed

into the table where all the scalpels lay ready, which in turn flew into the air. The creature on the operating table was wise and hid, but the vets were too slow. A scalpel sliced

and cut open a melon, interrupting the scene by inviting them all to eat. Suddenly,

they all came over to eat. Causality is funny that way.

Not haha funny, mind you. Causality doesn't actually have a sense of humor. Nor a sense of decorum, apparently, since none of the guests had actually been invited to the

wedding between cause and effect. As such, the wedding crashers unwittingly followed the wedding theme perfectly. They were not invited, ergo they gave no gifts. Priceless.