Billy Mays here with the new OxiClean detergent

But the words echoed in an unfathomable blackness. He wasn't cold or hot, but it felt like winds blew through where his heart would be. Billy Mays said, "Hello?" But the abyss

Was 600 feet deep and the walls were slippery. Captain Mayo himself fell in while making a samdwich. The walls were slippery after that, even with cleats.

The room was never meant to be used as a latrine, but it was the only waterproof one available. Nobody wanted to defecate and urinate near where they slept and ate, but in space,

no-one can hear you making fart noises while you squat over the zero-gravity toilet.

The fart noise is suppressed, but not the odor. The zero-gravity toilet can’t do that. So when asked “Who farted?” and you are to blame, just say “He who first smelt it, dealt it."

(Although actually, he who dealt it is usually the one who first detects any aroma.) Life in the space station was certainly not the pretty picture painted in the brochures.

In the first place, spacemetal might be strong and all that but without an ion delaying layer, it was a poor sound dampener. The Martian immigrants in the SpacePod next to ours had

Town Square?? Why would he have town square?! Why?! In fact it was in his guy purse.

As reality came to chaos, the strange event came to darkness. The man, the town, everything. The purely powerful darkness finally reigned the universe, as all things were now gone.