Story #99

The infected were outta penicillin, they were scarfing down onions as fast as they could. Sixty percent of Farmer Brown was divorcing his land without notice. He tossed thirty-eight Legos on the ground and said, "Keep the change, bitch." The other forty percent shed a tear, finished the onion it was eating and started building a castle-spaceship hybrid. He ran out of pieces before he could finish it.