"Well I never!" pearl clutcher Iris Wu shrieked,

"Well I never!" pearl clutcher Iris Wu shrieked, gaping at the orgy. But honestly, the good people of Whitehaven would gasp themselves * if they knew what Iris got herself into in

stead of knowing what time the Real Housewives of Houston came on they'd be worth a damn. Iris loved clutching her pearls. It's an art form. Menopausal Hyper Outrage is very

Unusual for a folding story from 2014, but its relevant at last. Global hot flashes followed the elections of 2016. Even monkey-dogs complained about them. This was real, folks!

The global hot flashes were from man made emissions, but Earth was in denial. After sometime though the bulge at her equator was too obvious to hide.

Mars stared at her from a distance, cold and distant, he felt pity for her, for Earth, as she slowly boiled up. The only thing he could do to help was to

watch, and send messages across the vast distance of space. It took about four minutes for the signal to reach Mars from Earth, but very few were alive to hear it on Earth.

Han, an angry Mongolian, was one of the last people on Earth, and heard the message from Mars coming through on his braces. He went out into the cold night and scanned the sky for

any flying objects. Meanwhile Han focused on his braces and listened carefully. "Hello? Han? Help us! There is a spacecraft for you near Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. We're on Mars!"

Chewie made meaningless vocalizations while Han fiddled aimlessly with controls. Han sighed. "I can't do it… I, I've lost the courage to pilot this thing." "Loser," said Chewie.