“Check the Yellow Pages.”
“Ah, here it is. ‘Dolphin Poison.’”
I’m missing three hours. What’s this on my hands?
“Sir. I’m in.”
“We’ll never lose another election!”
We found Atlantis. Turns out it floats.
The aliens thought we didn’t exist.
Teleportation failed. Made copies instead.
Sentience wasn’t intended. Fixed.
Tomorrow never came.
Books disintegrated.
Apocalyps—
