The way hot female space aliens looked down

The way hot female space aliens looked down on a 14 year old farmboy in his bedroom. Pollika said "Shall we abduct this specimen?" Pollrida responded "Maybe we should mate with him

and then cut off his head-" the adolescent shuddered in horror "-with our vaginas." The young boy's face, which had been contorted into a look of frozen terror, brightened as

he remembered that he'd been inducted into the hall of dream sequencers. For a minute there, he forgot that he was not in the real world. He'd chosen Breakfast Serial Killers of De

doggie leash and a squeaktoy in it's mouth. No, it was just that his cat thought she was a dog. She fetched the newspaper, bit the mailman, & hid the remote. Himalayan catpoodles

were beasts when they were in heat, though. They'd scratch at the door and purk forever or until you let them out to mate with other catpoodles waiting in the alley. His catpoodle

unfortunately had fallen in love with a sexy and fierce catlobster activist whose interest in his catpoodle was not so much sexual or romantic, as socioeconomic. The world order

was reorganizing at a dizzying pace; few recognized that it would eventually resolve to a cat-hybrid-unipolar system. Catpenguins, catoctopi, catlemurs, catcats -- would dominate

. Dogroses, dogfish, dogmatists and dogberries were banned from the Cat Hybrid Kingdom. The catpoet that wrote some doggerel to celebrate was executed. It was a strange & arbitrary

kingdom. The leader planned to take over the world, and his subjects were gung-ho for about two seconds before they saw something shiny. Then the leader was scared off by a vacuum.