As usual, Jack was sitting in the corner

As usual, Jack was sitting in the corner eating his Christmas pie. But this year, when he stuck in his thumb, he pulled out a Series M-421 miniature cranioptimeter.

Jack was nimble, Jack was quick, Jack jumped over the Series M-421 miniture canioptimeter and ran out the door in search of

a hiding place, for he knew not what a Series M-421 miniature canioptimeter was used for measuring and did not want to stay and find out. Jill was mechanically inclined and

and roped the Series M-421 miniature canioptimeter, put a bit in its mouth and rode out of there like a bat out of hell. Jill was amazing. That was the last time I saw her.

The next time I saw her, she was a him. "Jill!" I squealed! He put a finger to my lips. "No. Jim." He still looked like Jill, like a woman. But he assured me he had "junk". We went

into the toilets so I could check out his/her junk. "Call that junk!" I scoffed, "cop a load of this!" At which point Jill/Jim arrested me for indecent exposure in a public place

"You should only do that in a dark room," he said. "Look, now the film's ruined!" I saw my error and quickly snapped shut the lid of the camera's film compartment. I must have

rocks where my brains should be. He snatched the camera out of my hand and headed into the dark room. Switching on a safe light, he said "Well, let's just see if anything survived.

He said nothing for a while, and I was silent too. He scratched himself. After a long moment, he suggested, "Wanna go throw rocks at trains?" I assented.