She destroys the bathroom in a private jet

She destroys the bathroom in a private jet after suffering from a heroin-induced case of the runs. To pin the blame on another passenger she takes a huge amount of expensive

mens cologne from the side pocket of the bag of a passenger snoozing nearby. She uncaps the large bottle and sprays heavily, intending to mask the foul odor and lay the blame on

the sleeping passenger. Snickering lightly, she replaces the bottle, sits back and waits for her husband to return. But after a minute or two, the smell becomes so unbearable that

Dr. Sardonicus had to light the ofour destroying candle. His tenth dream was about taking a flight on a UFO, and having steak dinner with Martians. It was delicious. He woke up and

he was missing 3 steak sized pieces of flesh but Dr. Sardonicus merely noted it in his journal without explanation. He became a vegan & despises Martians. His 11th dream found him

once again upon the threshold of his 3rd dream. Dr. Sardonicus thought he had explored and journaled about this territory thoroughly already, but perhaps something crucial had been

happening without his knowledge. It'd happened before, Dr. Sardonicus realized. But this was what made life so interesting, was it not? This third dream was not what he'd expected.

And when he awoke from this third dream, Dr. Sardonicus found himself in a fourth dream. He was trying to dial a telephone, but had forgotten how. The buttons looked like scorpions

with letters and numbers. The combination 9-1-1 looked especially threatening, like you should think twice before dialing it. Braving the scorpion buttons, Dr. Sardonicus dialed