Samson was barking like crazy. No, he doesn’t belong to me. I would never name a dog for a biblical hero. Seems trifling. Besides, that wimpy little mutt couldn’t bring down the walls of his doghouse, let alone the Philistine temple. He lives and barks next door, settles down around nine and sets his alarm for seven. That way I don’t have to bother setting mine. Poor thing. He’s off his game, most likely terrified and asking himself, what the hell is this? My sentiments exactly.
I imagined a giant species from a hostile netherland planet with its groundship speeding menacingly towards Earth. They would have to be smart to come from down under while NASA is obsessed with the sky. That’s all we need—GIANT ALIEN EDUCATED SKUNKS. With our own flailing government, we were doomed.
As the overwhelming vapors filled the streets, we would all be rendered unconscious and most likely captured by daylight. But maybe we could turn them into allies, throw a big block party with home-made chicken salad and Ritz. I guess we’d have to ask them what they like. But it appears we may have run out of time. With a national plan, we could have been prepared.
Then the SKUNKS made a fatal mistake. They forgot to put on their masks. As their troops came in, the VIRUS took them out.