"Shall I?" "Yeah." "Are you absolutely

"Shall I?" "Yeah." "Are you absolutely sure about this?" "Just do it".

"But what if...?" -"No, it wont'." -"But I was reading the other day...." -"Do it alreadyyyy!!!!" -"Okay, okay, fine. Jeez.... Should I start from above or..." -"I really don't

care! Just push the button!"-"Now it is beeping at me..."-"Did you even read the manual?"-"54... 53...52..."-"CANCEL! CANCEL!"-"Hot Pockets are so

dium rich! We could insert one through the redundant floppy disk door and the chemical reaction will shut down the electricity supply to the whole East Coast!" The hot pocket fizzl

from faddish fast frozen food one broken circuit at a time. The newspapers referred to me as Powerless Man, so I sewed a "P" and an "M" on the front of my unitard by the light of

the marquee of the Unification Church across the street with the shades down. I had failed Home Economics because of my sewing. But there I was in my unitard with a PM on my chest.

It was a PM from this anime human named "SSJSephiroth666" and boy was he dreamy. Like a dismembered man bun on the veranda, I couldn't wait to see, even with my lackluster sewing.

My poor sewing was more than equal to the task. Not only had I embroidered a map but clues to the treasure in what at first glance was a rustic scene: a covered bridge. That done

I just had to do one more thing. all I had to do was jump off the bridge. So I did. and died. THE END