You could hear the blast twenty miles away.

You could hear the blast twenty miles away.

I knew what happened before I had arrived back home. Jeff obviously got into the leftover chili and had forgotten to take his Beano. The blast rocked the entire neighborhood

block party until everyone's hair turned gray. And so, the prophecy of the Boys of Beastie had come to fruition. This was the Licensed to Ill Apocalypse. There was no sleep until

and MCA shone through to bless everyone and comfort them. But eventually lunch hour was up and the 70-year-olds had to go back to their desk jobs,

where they all sat down and finished up the plans they had for domination over rats, giving them incredible abilities, like flight, and

Pilonius Junior was filming all of it for a student production. He was getting his MFA in theatre in 2016. One more film and he would be able to finally graduate before the school

closed down for renovations. They were remaking it into a bagel shop. The thought of fresh bagels and cream cheese sent Pilonius Junior into

convulsions. Hiram, the bagel shop owner, pulled the frothing Pilonius Junior off the hot sidewalk and into the half-rennoved shop and put a package of cream cheese on his head to

warm it down to the correct serving temperature. Hiram remembered his uncle Schlomo used to knock out passing children just like this to warm the cream cheese back in Krakow.