Dusting off his new leather jacket, Kiran

Dusting off his new leather jacket, Kiran winked at the curvy waitress approaching him. He had always been a flirt. "Have a seat at table 10", she said cautiously.

Table 10 was a table for two that didn't offer a good view of the kitchen. In fact, another waitress was assigned to serve that table. No one sat there all evening because it was

covered in elephant dung. The smell wafting from table 10 permeated the whole restaurant and eventually became a background flavour in the food. This delicacy was much sought after

, resulting in herders raising elephants for their pies. A fast food chain dedicated to this treat opened. Its ten varieties ranged from mildly pungent to gas-mask-not-included.

Bobby Flay opted for an extra large fermented elephant pie with live dung beetles. "Are you getting this, Joe?" Joe nodded his gasmask. So Flay took a slice of the pungent mix

As the first ghost youtuber, he became famous for his ASMR videos recorded at a frequency impossible for the human ear to hear. Soon he branched out into

ectoplasm contouring and coloring with auras from alien astral plains. The ASMR remained his bread and butter for the first 6 months of that year but the H&E field for ghosts was

quickly becoming a dying occupation. Little did he know, but it had, in fact, died, and so had he. So now he was a ghost haunting the field for ghosts, but now they just looked lik

s him -- pale, lost, confused, wandering to & fro over the withered grass, moaning, longing, whispering desperation, searching, seeking the Light that Never Came.