"He's alive!"Shouted the mad scientist.He

"Cereberus, my pretty!" the mad scientist shrieked. It was a good five minutes before he finally ceased that infernal noise. Cereberus was especially afflicted, with their dog hear

ing. "Cereberus," he mused. "That's a damn fool name if I ever heard one". Any other name would have been much more fitting. Anything. Even

the word "Anything" itself! However, it was not to be. He was stuck with a guy called Cereberus and only half a biscuit to get them through this wilderness of a frozen desert.

He frantically cast his gaze over the empty horizon. Nope. Nothing there. He thoughtfully munched on the half biscuit as he pondered over his predicament. "Well", he finally said.

"This biscuit is really stale." He spat the damp mush and crumbs out of his mouth, spraying a shower of half-chewed biscuit from his chapped lips. He threw the rest to the ground

but the ground threw it back up in his face. It was so easy for the ground because he hadn't expected the ground to react to his tantrum. The bits of biscuit went unnoticed as he f

ussed and pouted. He screamed "no" multiple times. That was the last time he would ever pout and complain to his mom, the last time he would ever see his mom, because the next day,

he was sideswiped by a speeding bus while attempting to cross the street & his facial features were completely scraped off. He survived, but remained forever expressionless. Karma.

Karma was the name of the broad who drove that bus. He would never forget that name. The name of the broad who left him faceless. Karma.