The mad scientist was hard at work, mixing

The mad scientist was hard at work, mixing and brewing his latest potion. The formula, he was reasonably certain, could be used to give life to inanimate objects. He poured it onto

hand, being mad, but soon realised that it probably wouldn't work there. He grabbed the nearest thing he he could, a pen. It made a stereotypical sciency noise, then jumped onto a

pool of toxic looking slime radiating greenish shimmer that hurts your eyes when you stare at it too long. It grew a pair of opposing thumbs, allowing it to pick up and use the

the door knob. The slime open the door slowly and start to creep out from the pool, he thought he's free now, but he was wrong as

But fear made his legs betray him. He could only stare in mute horror as the chittering horde advanced upon him.

It was only when Dirk McFrbrd, who was watching at home, realized his massive buttocks had hit the mute button, to which he dropped an expletive and fixed. The man now screamed as

he had just missed the climax of the show! That, and the bending motion he performed to retrieve the remote caused him to splatter excretion upon his new armchair. Let's just say

that none of the other visitors to the Farch Blotterman Memorial Rec Center would ever again look at molten chocolate without wrestling their gorge down all the while. And really

would you expect any less? In a town where salt was king, introducing the choco fountain was always gonna be a bad idea. "Live and learn," Jim said. We got in the truck and left.