The best I can explain the feeling is like

The best I can explain the feeling is like somewhere between getting the birds 'n the bees talk from your parents and starting off the breakup talk with a long-time partner. It's

Christmas again. It's time to deck the halls, or deck my in-laws. Thank god I hid all the scotch bottles around the house. I can scotch my way through this holiday.

Oh, I scotched all right. I hopscotched, in fact, all the way to March 2 and didn't even realize Christmas & Valentine's Day had come & gone, along with my in-laws. Now it was time

to try to hopscotch back. Was that even possible? But I couldn't miss Christmas. Wait, had my in-laws missed me? Was I now on the milk cartons? Only one person could know

. I phoned the Milk Marketing Board and asked to speak to Bernice. I put a handkerchief over the receiver and said, "Is there a picture of Bella DeAth on your cartons?" Bernice

paused, a sharp inhale fuming through the other end of the telephone. "Now let me see," Bernice pondered, "Ah yes, Bella DeAth with a capital A. She's right here on the carton."

It was discovered that he was stealing charge from his charges to keep him fully charged. He argued that being Electric Monk #12 took a lot of energy. His fans could only spare him

from overheating a short while before they themselves overheated, and Electric Monk #12 burst into flames. Some nearby humans thought he had become Satan. This was not his day.

Then the Russia-North Korea Coalition came to save the day! Their collusion was so intense that the planet instantly fried to a crisp and... sorry, my heart just isn't in it.