I could block him cuz he spammed me. But

I could block him cuz he spammed me. But I had a second thought about how I could handle him.

So I published his deed in a fold, little knowing that the unfolding story would foresee his blighted future life. The The spam he sent me was not your run-of-the-mill spam.

It was Spam Baby and it was heading back in salty revenge. It'd grown since it's been in the voidcradle. It was gargantuan, climbing up the folds like a pink king kong in a daiper

and man did that diaper stink. Spam Baby was a wiley but twisted child, a psychopath because he stayed too long in the voidcradle. His plan for revenge involved a can of sardines

and a phishing scam. Spam Baby would advertise the sardines and request interested parties to email their expression of interest. By harvesting email addresses Spam Baby's Phishing

operation grew into a whale of a problem for the authorities. The sardines that Spam Baby advertised were of course of the highest quality, but the tins were small and most people

were confused. What was their porpoise anyway? Most people just wanted that reward at the end of the rainbow trout. Spam Baby was a little hard of herring though, and

kept re-hashing the whale subject. "You're floundering," I told Spam Baby flatly. "Stop clownfishing around and snap it up, you worm!" He fidgeted but then took it hook line and

leaded weight. Flatfishing it out of there with the line hanging out of his mouth I could hear him humming row row row your boat until suddenly it

spawned on me, he wanted a singalong. So I started, a little late and a lot off key, but the feeling was there. By the end, I woke up thinking, life "is" but a dream.