Captain Photon and His Trusty Yarn By Nathan Kelly and Tom Harris
		Another one was sleepin' on his back, when they fell outward and scattered upon the foot of his bed. He woke up between ten yards of yarn; That didn't match his oversized vulcanized cowl. Despite gravity's effect within the sphere, several brightly-coloured things refused to come between Captain Photon and his trusty yarn. High-strung and flowery designers were dancing merrily on the puddle, knitting trucks. Capt. Photon ate frogs and vomited eviscerated and chewed up amphibians. Darning figs and making newtons while dancing, they spoke frankly, "You are cavorting with dangerous territories, disturbing liquid, and violating virtually every tenet you've established during your sexual cycles." "Eureka! I am disctictly titillated and God-like. Capt. Photon shall rule!"      The weave of reality disintegrated brilliantly the entirety of his inner being.                                                  End
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