Yo that infamous woods poet is back in your

Yo that infamous woods poet is back in your earhole. I serve game in forested areas with lyrics like 'yo squirrel, suck on deez nuts!' and 'c'mere bunny rabbit, take a nibble

outta my carrot!' The kids love my raps, hell, I'm #1 in the iTunes charts for woodland lyricists. But enough of that, you came to hear a bit of my hit song "Awesome Possum".

"I go Pogo like you've never seen. I play dead while making the scene. I hang upside down as a matter choice. You can't mess with me cuz I rock the voice. Word to ya Blood Hounds."

The rap battle raged. I shouted, "Your rhymes are as corny as my shit." But this wasn't West Virginia - this was the ghetto. So I just said "Yo" a lot and made gang signs.

Which got me into the Asian crowd real easily. Then I started eating their weird snacks and making

time pass by playing Star Fox on my handheld. It was really time-consuming, replaying stages for achievements, but the only other escape was FoldingStory in between bouts. Back to

Star Fox, just to beat the boredom, since FoldingStory was way too much of an intellectual challenge now. Of course I tried Wordfraude, but I soon got bored by the 72-hour time lim

it. I couldn’t help thinking, if Folding Story had a 72 hour time limit maybe*I* could be breathing down Chaz’s neck on the Leaderboard (or 49erFaithful’s, depending on the week).

So in my off hours at CERN,I began work on a time dilation machine powered by a steady stream of mini black holes I siphoned from the accelerator. Soon the FoldingStory timelimit

expired, taking away my 4 minutes of awesome story endings. I had just wrote the solution to long work hours in my own device. As someone steals my last lines, I go home.