I never wanted it to end this way. The blood

I never wanted it to end this way. The blood smeared across the floor told a different story. I know how Bob feels about messes and this is one that will never come out.

My hands shook. My knees bent. I fell to the floor - just beyond the ever-expanding puddle of Bob's blood. The dented wrench dropped beside me, its ping ringing in my ears.

The wrench, it was the wrench. It spoke to me. George stood behind me, nodding to himself. "This is indeed a great tool for world domination. Take that wrench and crush as many

snakes as you can find." It was at that point, clutching the monkey wrench, staring into the jungle, that our cult leader, George, was not all there. "Smite them!" he said pushing

several tin soldiers forward towards us. They were steadfast & true but many had only one leg. The hopping soldiers raised their musket rifles and aimed for us just then a

arranged a trap, & he stumbled into a crucible of unproven metal. As he spread like an oily slick in the glowing smelt I prepared his new form. Poring him into a decapitated barbie

Someone sang "Tie Me Kangaroo Down" just as Klaus Barbie was run over by a kangaroo. He was dead on arrival and the kangaroo was merely hunting its dinner. The book was opened at

3pm, with just enough time for the kangaroo to follow the recipe for roast Klaus Barbie in time for dinner, but only if she preheated the oven at once. Though Klaus was tenderized

only slightly, Barbie was smoking hot before the timer bell rang. Ken was beside himself. The kangaroo pulled a pair of oven mitts from its pouch and rescued the melting maiden.