"Why were you REALLY researching Pu-239 online?"

"Why were you REALLY researching Pu-239 online?" said the NSA agent. "A story on FoldingStory had Batman using a uranium powered fork. I wrote that it exploded. I wanted to be accu

rate." The NSA agent laughed. "Sure." They led me through jail, each sector marked. Minimum Security. Mid. As we reached Maximum Security, a group of cells that read "FoldingStory"

came into view. I gulped. "Is MoralEnd in there?" I asked. The NSA agent laughed menacingly. Falling to my knees, I pleaded. "For the love of God, no, please..." He grabbed my

hair roughly. The head of the NSA was still searching for a "sniveling mole" to infiltrate the FS ranks, but unfortunately all they could find were sneezing rats. "Gesundheit!"

The rats signed the consent forms because they thought the researchers wanted to "find youthfulness for them". Snoops had no hair on his tail & a twitchy paw. Doity couldn't see

worth a damn and Finnegan sneezed every time he smelled cheese. These rats were in pretty bad shape overall, so anything that could make them more popular was a welcome change. But

They came to like living in Shirley's cage, since they were hooded. Sadly, she shot them when they got sick from rat poison the landlord put in her flat, without telling her.

To be fair to them, as they were hooded, they didn't know the landlord didn't have her permission to leave tasty rat poison all around the apartment where even hooded ones could

eat it. When Shirley came home after a long nights work at the strip club he was shocked to see that his friends the hood rats had died. He shed no tears as he thre them in the bin