On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a lone chicken

On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re a lone chicken nugget floating aimlessly through space.

"Oh fiddle-dee-dee!" Scarlett stamped her pretty little foot. "I couldn't care less about a floating chicken nugget! Unless..." "Unless what?" asked Rutt Bettler. "That chicken

is dipped in butter, Carolina Reaper chili, and floating in boiling tamworth lard! Scarlett gazed at Rutt Bettler and licked her lips lasciviously. "Frankly my dear" he said, "I

don't give a da-" "Shut up you crazy hermaphrodite!" shouted Lindsey, unaware of the lurking presence of the Literature teacher behind her. She swung out a right haymaker with the

whole class watching. Realizing her mistake, Plythen began chanting herself into a meditative state. She began to glow. Hundreds of birds appeared and carried her away. DaaD

was furious, naturally. "Every time Plythen gets flustered all she has to do is glow and those rotten birds fly off with her!" he spluttered as she drifted off into the sky. DaaD

-umda damdump! A fiery hot flash blinded his face as a forceful wind swept him off of his feet. Shakily he looked around and raised his eyes to the sky. Nowhere was...

all around him. Where ever he looked, it was nowhere. He looked behind him, nowhere. Above & below, nowhere. That flash must have been how he traveled here, nowhere. I am NOW HERE.

Oh wait. He had forgotten to turn on the damn machine. A monitor of static can apparently resemble lumps of cancer. He could feel the joy of life come over him. He stepped outside.