He crept into the particle accelorator control

He crept into the particle accelorator control room. Being the custodian here had its upside, he thought. The controls looked complicated. I wonder what this button does?

He pressed the button and with a cry of fury, a small leprichaun leapt from the cabinets across the room. The small Irish fellow kicked the custodian hard, swearing at him.

The custodian sweared and made an attempt to swing back, although it was a difficult task to complete with only one currently functioning limb.

Apparently filling the hallway with banana cream instant pudding wasn't just a crazy dream he had, he really freaking did it. As he trudged through the creamy-banana goodness, he

couldn't help but pig out on the banana pudding. Luckily he drank 2 liters of Pepsi Special earlier to help block the fat. Unluckily he will have the worst Pepsi poop ever later

after eating at Guy Fieri's new restaurant in Times Square. Hopefully the bathrooms are incredibly posh and have a helluva ventilation system, otherwise that place will smell like

his food. That and aloe-scented hand sanitizer. Actually, I think his food smells like that anyway - I sure as hell tastes like it, it must be his "secret spice" or something.

The aloe-scented hand sanitizer makes my skin burn. It is made worse by the "secret spice". If only he'd given more thought to my skin allergies.

Now all the human flesh wore away, & up sprouted droves of green grass with beautiful autumnal leaves in my hair. "Notions by Dryad" was an unusual soap. I knew Fluttershy's dream.