When time ran out and generic drugs became

When time ran out and generic drugs became legal, Big Pharma pooled their resources and began to promote "Sodamitol -- good for whatever ails you." Martin Creosote, son of

And then his false eyelashes. Then his hot pink fishmets and his whip. Nobody at BigPharma was gonna mess with him. His smile faded as he thought about the inauguration tomorrow.

He'd forgotten her vocal track at home. Crap! She hadn't rehearsed and the inauguration was only hours away. He got a handheld recorder and hummed into it.

"Hmm hm. Hmm hmm hmmmmm -- no, that's not very interesting." Humming was dated, it could no longer rouse the increasingly sophisticated masses, what with their mobile gadgets and

data implants. We were going to need something much more flashy than humming. Bells and whistles. That's what we needed. "Get the bells out from storage!" She yelled across the lab

while the 3D printer churned out whistles. There was quacking commotion from the corner of the lab "Get those ducks in a row now!" she shouted. "The 800 pound gorilla's scaring the

Crap out of everyone. Looks like King Kong's nephew." Indeed, it was and the noise police were on their way. The sound of sirens always creeped me out. I have a phobia of sounds

and you'd think the noise police would avoid loud sirens. Apparently they are outside the noise law in that respect. Anyway, the monstrosity that looked like King Kong's nephew was

having a sip of tea and waving the royal wave. He adjusted his monocle and asked Uncle Kong if his crumpets were up to apely standards.