Knivskjellodden. Just a few more meters in

Knivskjellodden. Just a few more meters in the icy water and a sheer cliffs face between him and the end of his journey. His start in Gavdos seemed eons ago. Even extreme athletes

didn't have to traverse this far just to visit the doctor's office. When he did reach the glacial peak, he decided to ask while he was there, "Can you gift someone an abortion?"

But because of global warming the Glacial Peak was just a thin sheet of ice. His offensive question exploded the floor below and he fell down a massive volcanic chasm and blacked o

ut. Lost down a chasm his partner had no choice but to trek back to the hut for shelter. The offensive question had taken the sleigh with most of their supplies. The situation look

where the hut once stood was littered with crucifixes and, oddly, empty ketchup bottles. He sniffed. The distinct scent of hot dogs still lingered. And...he sniffed again...Doris?

He stood up, confused. Then his head began to swim, and he ran about frantically, screaming to no one in particular, "My God! Soylent hot dog is people!" Bawling, he dropped to his

knees. "At least it isn't as bland as that God-awful soylent green!" he said, wiping the final tears from his eyes and standing back up. "Well, I feel better. I sure could go for a

cup of coffee." When he arrived at Starbucks, protesters were shouting, "Venti is adults! Grande is children!" Damn, Soylent Corporation owned everything. He ordered grande because

he panicked at the counter and asked them to give him whatever. A Grande Soylent Green liquidised children with skinny frescacino topping in a paper cup was what he got.