Sheila was never the brightest. They told

Sheila was never the brightest. They told her she couldn't pour piss out of a boot if they wrote directions on a heel - she didn't get it, of course. But one day Dr. Milo Krazinski

nevertheless thought he could explain. "You see, Sheila, climate change is not a myth...it is happening as we speak." Dr. Krazinski looked out at the waves lapping against the

rocks, and shook his head. "We only have a little time left. Might be six months, maybe a year. The water will eventually cover everything from here to the Rocky Mountains."

However, the time we talked the water covered from here to the Rocky Mountains. I dunno why, but i have wood in my bag. I made an ship out of wood. We all got in the ship, and

the aliens catch up with us. We swam with all our might. My friend got too tired, and we could only watch as he sank to the bottom of the ocean depths. We saw an island in the mist

. We washed ashore. "What is this place?" said one our team members. There was a wreakage of a small boat. "The Minnow?" We heard a strange animal sound in the jungle

"skipper skipper skipper"... a young man came into view... saw us... went bug-eyed .. dropped his sailor cap.. turned tail... ran back into the jungle... yelling "skipper skipper"

Getting... so difficult... to narrate... time slowing... light fading... references, becoming less relevant... somebody... help... this... story.........

Suddenly the lights go out. You hear a crash. Something has burst through the skylight, and now stands before you. Behold they mighty glistening form of your hero: The Help!