Then I looked through the keyhole and saw

Then I looked through the keyhole and saw Prince lying on the checkerboard dance floor, arched back, glistening from artificial butter flavoring, and then

I threw Prince, a small Beagle dog, out the window. He scrambled on the ground and ran off into the distance. He ran onto the road and a car came straight for him when he

pulled out his Bat Cape and flew off in a quick hurry towards the city where his

sister was crying for a burger cause she tripped down the stair when she was running to burger king for a double cheese burger

then she was sent to the hospital because she had

an affliction call post-traumatic somnambulist syndrome. During stressful situation she would fall asleep. The doctors determined that high doses of coffee might

not be enough and prescribed very powerful amphetamines. The pills kept her awake and then some, soon she was running around like a madwoman, accomplishing more than she ever

even the Master Sudoku! The side effects of the genius drug. So she changed the molecular structure of the active ingredient, so as to enable her to

tell the future. She began to have violent premonitions. Apocalyptic revelations wracked her being. Before she died she wrote what she foresaw here: http://foldingstory.com/9g8a1/