Blue's Clues went over to the producer's

Blue's Clues went over to the producer's leg and started humping it. It'd been a long time

since he had felt something so tender and warm. A tiny trickle of precum rolled onto the producer's

forehead, creating an odd feeling. Well, it wasn't that odd. All that had happened beofre. Don't ask.

I looked into to the mirror and there it was, right in the middle of my forehead. My third eye was emerald green with pale-white eyelashes. It was admonishing me.

I looked more carefully at it. Was it really a third eye? Or had I fallen asleep face down on my baby sister's collection of dismembered doll parts? The green eye blinked again.

go? I assumed it was probably that this "thing" was Justin Bieber, as a dreadful smell filled the air. I decided a shotgun would be necessary. Hey, look there is one over there!

The rabid Bierbar fan launched itself at me, eyes blazing with teenage angst. I unloaded both shells in its general direction and ran towards the exit

But then I realized something. There is no exit. So, there I froze, a look of terror on my face and a shotgun with no bullets in my hands. I knew that the rabid Bierbar fan could

only be assuaged by music better than his undead master's. So I sang "Oweemoweh, oweemoweh, In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion plays guitar," and he ran away in fear. Win!