Ryan, come over here and look at the screen...

Ryan, come over here and look at the screen... It's the damnedest thing... I delete this piece here... and *poof!* Delaware's gone.

was a great place to incorporate. Ryan was upset at John. Not just for the whole "state" thing but also because John's girlfriend wouldn't put the toilet seat down.

"If I keep lifting and lowering it for you, how will you learn to do it yourself? Besides it's filthy, and I just washed my hands," said John's twitchy girlfriend, Pris. Ryan went

to fetch his bottle of alien slime. He liked to dump it out on the kitchen counter and poke it with a fork. But this time he wasn't going to do that. Pris was in for a surprise.

As Pris walked through the door, he snuck up behind her. Before she knew it, alien goo was stuffed into her hair. "AHG!" She let out, swirling around to my smirking face.

Pris cocked an eyebrow. "What are you looking at?" He was pointing at her hair, mouth agape. The goo had begun coalescing, morphing into something hideous-looking. Pris screamed.

She started shaking her head violently, trying to get the coagulated goo-monster out of her hair. "Pris!" I shouted. "Don't just stand there shaking, you've got to

drop, rattle & role. No wait is it drop rip roar & role? or drip, cuddle & bowl? We need a blanket & a bowling ball.." By this time the coagulated goo-monster had set in Pris' hair

And set up a nest there, which shampoo couldnot wash out. Pris hair permanently looked like a bird's nest and her friends made fun of her. She quit going to school per her mum.