In this universe, Patrick ate a piece of

In this universe, Patrick ate a piece of toast, pecked his wife on the neck, and took the train. In the other, Patrog tore a leg of boar, stole the bar wench, and fled the carnage.

*World-A* Patrick got to work, attended the staff meeting, & ate a sandwich at his desk. *World-B* Patrog fled with the bar wench into the forest, had his way with her & scratched.

Uh-oh. He looked down. The crabs! Those bar wenches! Couldn't trust 'em! *World A* Patrick sat there at the meeting, trying his best not to scratch, while "World B" Patrog applied

to become a Target "associate." *World A* Patrick shouted, "This is no time for job seeking, the bar wenches gave me crabs." "World B" Patrog smiled sheepishly at the Assistant Man

Who gave his bag of food to the beggar on the street.

The starving beggar never forgot the face of the gent who gave him a bag of cold chicken McNuggets in his time of need. Later when he'd become a wealthy beggar

He lead seminars on how to be a successful beggar. It was at his last seminar of the season that he ran into the cold-McNuggets-man again. But this time the wealthy beggar did not

that a vegan could use such harsh language. He thought that all vegans were nice little flower children. This one wasn't, though. This vegan had a chip on his shoulder the size of

a rice cooker. And unlike a rice cooker he was as low down, mean and nasty as someone who ate only the cutest of baby animals. And rocks & dirt. And live electrical wires.