Reality was overloaded, Suddenly the world

Reality was overloaded, Suddenly the world exploded! ...a man was left on the moon, alone. Watching as he lost his home. The war lasted just one minute, humanity didn't win it.

He sighed and lit his pipe. He looked across the bleak lunarscape. "Well," he thought as rolled up sleeves. "Earth gone, last man on the moon, aliens coming, better get started."

The earthy taste off the marijuana gave him one last moment of contentment. He savored the buzz as he laid out on the moonrocks, counting the stars and the minutes left on life sup

port. Stars are so fu-fu-funnny... He wished he had some Lays potato chips. He wish he had even just one final lay. What a way to go....was his last thought before he drifted off

al and buckets of blood on a small raft down the Danube river. He remembered the days when river transport was far more refined but without a hovercraft he'd just

have to make due with the few floating corpses they'd bound together. Still a bit of nostalgia came up for the Count. He hummed a few bars of the Red Danube & waltzed with Wolfman

and Frankenstein. Their corpse raft drifted in the night. The Wolfman howled as Frankenstein kept an eye out. Dracula tried to keep his mind off the sun, that will soon rise over t

he crystal mountain. "You know," said the Wolfman "the sun is just another star." Dracula glared at him. "No, you moron, the sun is the sun." He punched the Wolfman in the shoulder

The Mummy told them both to knock it off, then they rounded on him just being a zombie that stole up all the toilet paper. The bickering continued until Being Human was canceled.