He sat on the toilet and touched his balls.

He sat on the toilet and touched his balls. Felt good. It was bedtime anyway, so he started rubbing. And then the most disturbing thought occurred to him,

these weren't his balls at all. His didn't sparkle with blue and green lights, at least not that he could recall. Still, they felt good, so he continued

kneading them with the spatula. Once they formed a smooth bluish paste he mixed in the chopped spam and stirred vigorously. Then he filled each scone with the mix and brought it in

Bridge tables were overturned and the infection spread. A scream was heard from the basement of the Luthern church. "Run for your lives! Its the Women's Auxiliary Quilter's Bee!"

Panic rose from the crowd as the giant quilted bee hovered over the church. The buzzing sound she made was deafening and caused brain concussion among the masses. They rolled on

down the steep hillside at the base of the church and a few of them bounced over the gravel pathway leading to the forested graveyard. The giant quilted bee flew aimlessly, its

a shame when bees don't seem to know better and start to chase you.But when the fly aimlessly,it's ever worse cause then you don't know where they're going.They're bees...What do

-- The question went unasked because the bees chose that very moment to fly in formation, zeroed in, stinging poor Serpa to death. Sad, since Serpa showed such storytelling talent.

The bees began to feel strange. They'd absorbed Serpa's FS-telling abilities while drizzling honey around. It was a sticky situation, but Serpa was at least bee-combing immortal.