Pssst! Hey you. Yeah, I'm talking to you.

Pssst! Hey you. Yeah, I'm talking to you. Listen up, I've got something very special to tell you. It'll be our little secret, ok? Are you ready? Here goes. You and me, we are

Siamese twins. Look down there by your thigh. See what it connects to? My thigh! But don't worry: I've read all about this. We'll probably come up with a private language soon, and

then we can begin to plot our revenge on the cruel universe that made us this way, and no one will be the wiser. Revenge on a cosmic scale. We'll look God Himself in the eye and

throw small stones at him. We may all die, but we will go out heroes. Viva La Revolution! Also, Dave, could you let Chris know that we'll need a few body bags, thanks. Now we march

for the capital of this damned country and fight those monsters!" Dave, Chris and I grabbed our stuff and so began a journey which could only end in our death. "Dave, did you

remember to bring the pop tarts?" said chris. "No I thought you did". *sigh* "well have to go back then". We all headed back but to our surprise found

So instead, I got my baby brother john and cooked him instead.

I cooked him good, tossed him around a lard-laden frying pan until he was crunchy and greasy, and then I threw him onto my plate and

told him, "See what happens when you don't clean your room?" He cowered, but slowly nodded his head. I gently ran a hand through his crunchy-fried hair. "Good boy."