I forgot the one about the jungle fever running

I forgot the one about the jungle fever running rampant on the asteroids of Vesuvius 6. It was , maybe, about a flat footed buffoon with an orange face selling his hats to the dead

Oh you don’t know him he goes to a different universe. But that flat footed orange faced buffoon was what went for leadership in this end of the swamp. A hat for Charon’s fee seems

inadequate, at best. Charon would do anything for the pee-stained cotton-candy-haired clown with his porcelain-faced Slovenian hooker; their best quid pro quo was a MAGA hat?

Yes,it was.He wore it jauntily like he though Gangsta's did.Moving his stiff behind back & forth in faux syncopation.The Clown's fell over laughing, Charon was adopted. His orange

and she began to levitate into the air. You're right, I am a freak, and now as punishment you will be trapped in the body of the cat. " Nooo," they shouted. Next time think before

you meddle with the affairs of Gods, little mortal." Their body began to morph, growing smooth mottled fur, pointed ears, and retractable claws. The pain was indescribable, but it

was worth it, for where they once stood, a fantastic feline now sat, washing its unmentionables. It purred as it pondered the many ways it might end this pathetic fool's life.

The cat asked the fool: “So tell me…how would YOU want to meet your end?” The fool, being a fool, misunderstood. “MEET my end? I’ve met my end! I scratch it every day!” The cat was

aghast at the stupidity of the fool, but having a fondness for puns & wordplay, the cat laughed heartily and bent down to lick his bum which he was also very well acquainted with.