My brother was returning from deployment

My brother was returning from deployment on mars and needed a ride. My wife had told me that I was kindly offering, no matter what I said. So here I was, standing in the lunar rain

bow, with a sour but complacent expression. When my estranged brother limped off the Milky Way Federation's Mars transport vessel I felt a surge of

adrenaline. He had made it, which meant that the entire shipment of poly-dichloric-euthynol had gotten through the scanners. The drones began unloading the Mars transport

and the conveyor grid routed the shipping containers to their docks. He watched for the orange ones to come along. It was a crime that poly-dichloric-euthynol

had to be packaged separately from his Thing 1 and Thing 2 crates - the shipping fees were atrocious. But the Things were a hoot to eat chemicals with; one time at sunday school

house rock commercial on transubstantiation (Vintage Christian PSA's), Thing 1 and Thing 2 ate a boat load of Amyl Nitrate which caused the backs of their necks to

spontaneously combust. Their sexual ambiguity and unhygienic annoying-ness was no more. The Cat in the Hat slapped some hos in the meantime, and my fish was now committing suicide

And with this revelation, I swam around in circles for three full seconds, before I suddenly forgot everything and realized I was trapped in a fish bowl. Another three seconds

later I remembered that the best way to escape a fish bowl is to play dead and hope someone fishes you out. Unfortunately I now live in a sewer beneath Paris, but c'est la vie!