The Day After Yesterday #10

Author: forbiddenvoid

Date: February 10, 2007

by forbiddenvoid
2-10-07
It's been three days, and I still haven't found anything remotely resembling food.
I don't see how that's my problem.
Well, if I die, all you're left with is your crazy relatives.
The depth of your brilliance never ceases to astound me.
What can I say? 'm a regular Albert Weinstein.
When you croak, I'm laying eggs in your stomach.