Midst the impending chaos, I felt it was

Midst the impending chaos, I felt it was high time to make fudge brownies.

Drool dribbled down my chin & into the bowl as I mixed the ingrediants. Ahhhh...FUDGE BROWNIES! The big question, though, was NUTS or NO NUTS? The sound of hand-to-hand combat in

the corridors of the high school made no difference to me. Let those kids try to murder each other because a bear told them to. I, for one, would have brownies even if I had to

fart my way through the plaster walls to get to them first. Brownies! Oh, brownies. Baked lovingly by intergalactic grandmas, dusted with space coconut, they say these brownies

have enough trans fat to choke a mule. A little extra mass won't hurt, so long as I move to a planet with lower gravity. I dodged the boss Galaga and licked the brownie batter off

could deep throat anything, swords, inner tubes, floor lamps, even think mattresses. This was one hell of a mule, but you know who owns it? That's right, the greasy porky son

of a swine. We never really got along, but why would we? Our families were rivals. Who knows why? Whatever the case, I was going to visit him so I could

Tell him our sixth cousin was now prefect of Sommerset. He was well qualified, having taught alchemy for sixty years. We were among his numerous students and were alchemists now.

Of course, I mean we could not create elements from different things, but we made a mean triple cheese burger from our acquired alchemy skills. Thats10 years of good alchemy I say.