Stalin was driving down Lincoln after getting

Stalin was driving down Lincoln after getting coffee and was rear ended by

a Chinese food delivery boy's bike. Stalin's hand jerked suddenly, spraying latte all over his mustache. As the faux facial hair dissolved, Stalin contemplated invasion. "How long

is the average daschund?" Stalin was particularly proud and boastful of his sausage. He wasn't really sure if the world was ready for another catestrophic

outbreak of food poisoning but the shipment of sausage had to go out by midnight, fully cooked or not. He turned the oven up to 450 and said "дерьмо"! 20 minutes later the shipment

left the station, in the cold Russian night. Yurii Zhivago accompanied the perhaps undercooked sausages as they rocked along the rails, but Elder Beings

were waiting just around the bend and they were hungry! Seeing the sausages, they pounced on the train. Yurii bravely fought back, but he just became sausage flavor for the Elders.

It was Sausage Brawlfest on the Orient Express. The Elders licked their lips and drew their forks, but Yurii used his harmonixer powers to set fire to the undercooked sausages.

It was true. We sausages were indeed undercooked & yes, we were struggling with that word. Although we were fully cognizant of our shortcomings, we sausages would not allow Yurii

to hog all the attention while Vostok flew over the Siberian steppes. We yelled 'Poyekhali!' burst our restraints & floated before his visor. He grinned at our unplanned spacewalk.