Senator Jones didn't really care about the

Senator Jones didn't really care about the issues. Just gathering enough votes. But an angel shot him and he went mad with love at a fundraiser full of well-groomed sociopaths be

ing sociopaths, just as sociopaths tend to be. Senator Jones was elated. Never before had he found such a flock of kindred spirits! The sociopaths continued being just as they

were, well-bred. They smirked at each other and talked about where they summered. Rich people always excited Senator Jones because he could always count on a totally loaded

Revolver to protect him. Or so he thought! Mr. Soros was shorting the market when King Olaf X was assassinated by one of his minions some three years afterwards.

"I don't know how I ended up in a Frozen fanfic," said David Soros to himself, "But I'll be damned if I ain't running this place inside of two years!" Investing in snowflakes, he

absently kicked aside a few snowmen, screeching in alarm when one of them began to move, constricting his leg in a hug of death before he beat it over the head with a stalagmite.

"That'll teach them- stupid leg-humping snowmen, anyway!" he muttered as he smashed the frozen creature into a puddle. Suddenly the darkness of the cave was pierced by a glow

as the freezer's light came on as somebody opened the door to the freezer and froze upon seeing the carnage we had inflicted. I looked around, the mountain was a half gallon of cho

colate mousse. I knew it shouldn’t have been put in the freezer in the first place. Chefs gathered round the open freezer door and gasped at the ruined chocolate mousse. “Who is re

gretting their decision right now?" I sighed. I looked at the chefs' faces, searching for guilt. Ah well, it was no good now anyway. I took the mousse out and began devouring it.