An inside-out Uncle was not a pleasant sight

An inside-out Uncle was not a pleasant sight to behold, he thought, as he beheld the steaming viscera beneath the monacle and toupée that was all that was left of Baron Furvile. If

that fool was going to eat the "atomic" hot wings, then he'd have live with his exploded, steaming insides just hanging out. Sparky didn't mind, he was sweetly licking my uncle's

Pickled herring and lamenting bare trees. The hot wings were so intensely flavourful, it could be smelled ten miles away. Area 51 residents began sneezing and their snot blew away

whole desert ecosystems with each sneeze. Area 51 was no longer in their control. Hot wings had been the delivery vector and the Bringer of Death hot sauce was the trigger. There w

As giant lumps of spicy green snot littering the desert everywhere. The dry heat rapidly solidified the spicy snot lumps in a spicy snot rock that almost appeared like it was

an emerald. A spicy snot emerald. The snot rock's multifaceted sides shone brightly under the light of the sun. So bright in fact, it attracted the attention of archaeologists.

"Would you look at that," said Dr. Ernestine Del Aciccio, the acting head of the Archaeology and Egyptology department at Harvard. She gingerly stepped closer to the snot rock.

sighed, as she slowly raised her index finger to trace the cuneiform carvings, "I intend to come back here and do the same thing before I die." Ernestine closed her eyes in divine

rapture. Minutes later she opened her eyes. She was puzzled; she no longer saw cuneiform carvings. It had all been a hallucination. Before her eyes was graffiti, full of F-bombs.