Por fin se acercaba la gran fiesta de fin

Por fin se acercaba la gran fiesta de fin de Año

Geoff cogió la botella y dejó caer cuatro cápsulas de cianuro en, a continuación, cerró el corcho de vuelta pulg.

Geoff greitai pašalintas kamštis ir padėkite jį atgal ir vėl labai greitai. Bet šį kartą, jis paliko jį

misspelled word all the time. He looked back at what he'd written, "head nor tail og...og?" What was og? What the hell had he written. He saw the pentagram on his hand. OG!?!?!?

He raced to the library, straight to the occult section. He quickly opened to the index page of the first book he found. "Let's see here...oblong...ogre...AHA: Og."

The book shook in his hand. He didn't realize that "Og" was the "begin" word for the apocalypse. Darkness poured out of the page, covering the entire romance section (no loss) and

immolating innocents in the self-help aisles (no loss) before the cute animals on the greeting cards stirred to life as brimstone tinged, sharp-toothed demons. In the parking lot,

wearing stretch pants due to their recent weight gain. It was not wise to mention that fact, as they were very sensitive and were apt to bite your head off. This meant that

most first years were agitated for the better part of the day. Whenever they were down in the cafeteria, it was obvious that they felt uncomfortable with their fatty fate.