I was done running. It was time I dealt with

I was done running. It was time I dealt with my pursuers face to face. I picked up the 9 iron, opened my cabin door, and swung at the closest figure I could see. *THUNK*

But only till he came to the center of the earth and then he started to fall upward. Because a bottomless pit must pass all the way through the earth or it would have a bottom. No!

Just as it seemed like physics would own this day, an antigrav Oscar Meyer Weinermobile with a spoiler shot towards him in rescue. In the cockpit was Michael Scarn, hell yeah.

Fresh from his recent adventures in Atlantis, which he discovered on Pluto before reinstating its status as a planet, Scarn leapt into action.

He piloted his solar sailer into the eye of the storm. The winds of Jupiter's red spot tore at the mylar struts. As he plummeted further, Scarn was about to discover

how the red spot was generated. It seemed it was not a natural phenomenon as had always been supposed. Once Scarn reached the center the winds died and his solar sail collapsed

like a pre-dampened rice-paper net in a goldfish bin sideshow. Suddenly, glowing space creatures burst forth from the sunspot and headed for his disabled vessel. "OH shitohshitohsh

that was hot! I never let the pizza cool down. I always stuff molten cheese pie in my mouth, then juggle piping hot globs of cheese with my tongue, which sears the roof of

my anus on its way out. The moral here is that if you aren't able to resist the pizza, you aren't able to sit down.