I wrote the final loop of the code. Nothing

I wrote the final loop of the code. Nothing to do now but wait until the Reality Forge processed the incantation into a new world. This was my best yet. Filled with

lines of code that could modify themselves. I expected the code to evolve and had no idea where it would end up. When Reality Forge booted it up on their central server

and then the server said, "smell my mommy."

The customer was taken aback. "Oh, I mispoke. The special is Somalian Anchovy, braised in a delicate blend of herbs and spices imported by pirates off the African coast." He waited

as the server explained how the anchovies were prepared sous-vide, confit in bear fat, freeze dried in liquid nitrogen, ground into a powder, and creamed. OK, he said, that and a

fuckin corndog would be great at a ballgame but I want something really unusual. Surprise me. So the server went back to the kitchen and told the chef to

make some thing surprising. The Chef looked for something unusual and spotted the chicken feet. He quickly make chicken feet corndogs! His first! -He should have removed the spurs!

Eating spurs is generally considered unhealthy although they did add a certain ambiance to the chicken foot dish. "Maybe a honey glaze on top?" he inquired of his magic mirror.

"Most certainly," his magic mirror replied. "But not these spurs for they're part of an ancient prophesy that the cowboy would die by ingesting his own. Don't fulfill the prophesy!