A chain is only as strong as its weakest

A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. And my brain is composed of trillions of little links. I needed to get smarter quick so I set out to kill of a few billion weak links

. But before I could execute my plan, I though, "Mime school." A man with a white face and a striped shirt appeared. He was Optimus Mime, he could transform into a

Anti-Mime for very short installments yelling things like, "I'M IN A FUCKING BOX MORON, GOD!" This of course had dastardly impacts on the tips. Regardless he pressed on using his

overcoat drive to self regulate the flow of weasel flourishes. The habberdasterdly manner of his flying coon cap flummoxed the wii anti mime sweepers who detected simulated box top

of Old Smokies. "What's the secret password?" Cooncap asked at the door of the club. I looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Weasel." I whispered and the door opened.

"That's the old password." He leaned towards me menacingly, threatening to snarl. Shit. I wanted to panic and flee into the forest, but something like a voice whispered "

The site was hacked and has been infected with a virus. I would not go there! If you do, your computer won't be usable!" The voice was right. I still went into the forest and hid.

My computer of course caught a virus from the website but I didn't understood to what extend it would break my computer. Next morning when I tried to turn it on, it just went black

, but it only brought sizzling noises from my PC , as if it were preparing home fries. That's when smoke began billowing from its vents, & tiny chefs streamed out of it in a panic.