User:The Divine Fluffalizer/tmp
your nose -> conspiracy; and so is your pinky toe - actually, they are all conspiring against you! Were it not for the fact that you are asleep when you sleep, you would hear them giggle as they concoct sinister plans.
On the -128th of Ditzimber 2012
- The Holy Broken Chair of Fluffiness will sound the beginning of an enormous, cosmic gargle!
- Part of the world will split off into a far fluffier half. Unable to gargle, the rest will substitute gargle for gurgle and continue to grow cheesy and old.
- Trees will mumble and grumble.
- You will rise to a height of 2000ft, after which the clouds will conspire against you!
- Your shirt will begin to discuss philosophy.
- A miniature giant space hamster will consume all of modern civilization.
All of this at night (perhaps at day...). Or day (especially at night!). Whichever (both!). Or neither! The event will of course transcend both time and space, and so it doesn't matter. You will be doomed regardless!