"You talking to me?" The thug angrily asked,

"You talking to me?" The thug angrily asked, as he eyed me down. "Yeah, what are you gonna do about?" I replied

The thug said, "I'm gonna pull your hairs out. One by one, and make a wig out of them." I readied my thug-blaster. "I'd like to see you try" I replied.

But the more I thought about it,the more attractive his threat sounded. I lowered my thug-blaster. "Gee, I've never been depilated by an adversary before." "You'd look better bald

destabilizing the global economy so that I can take over. Nature abhors a vacuum, as they say. Oh, but I... I love vacuums. I fit quite comfortably into them. My dreams were the

re for a reason. I planned on riding them out until they paid off. My dreams weren't cheap. Nor were they cheap to maintain. Especially against hope. So, yeah, give me a vacuum.

When I finally got my riding vacuum, I rode it proudly and slowly down my street as the neighbors shriveled with envy behind their Venetian blinds. My dream had come true, yet some

How something was missing. Look, the neighbours are phoning people, must be spreading their jealousy around. I know, that was it, it doesnt fly! Perhaps if I take off from a height

I will come out on top. How envying that must be for my neighbours, seeing a street rat such as myself soaring to great heights while they remain stuck on the ground.

I unfurled my wings and let my ratty body soar into the heavens. Now the neighbours really do envy me. And fear me. And that suits me fine. Now my work begins. The end is nigh.