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But Mirvyn Blanchyrd was one

of the kookiest goofballs
on planet Earth.

He disseminated frivolous cheer

with his zany wacknanigans.

The man was a true nut.

After nearly overdosing on fun,

his doctor became concerned
he might be medically wacky

and soon Mirv was diagnosed
with stage IV goof-em-ups.

The clinician explained his
vital organs were a silly Billy.

Tests revealed Mirvyn's turds
were riding up and down

inside his butt in what
oncologists described

as a wack-a-doodie poorade, and then

his dookie came flying
out his mouth across town,

smacking into
an old lady's face.

Mirv and his doctor,
shared a guffaw over that one.

When they discovered
his funny bone

was riddled
with a cancerous humor,

it caused Mirv to cross
his eyes with such whimsy

he was forced
to confront every hijink

jinking the depths of his psyche.

The most advanced madcap
treatments flopped.

He was informed he had
only 2 months left to goof.

His final hope was a siliectomy

to surgically remove
all his malignant kook.

The procedure was a success,

so his wife celebrated
with jolly glee.

Every object in
the physical realm

has been infinitely born
in ever moment.

God is inside this flower.

Fred Lombadi
tried to remain calm,

but he knew this chance
might never come again,

the chance to make his father
proud, the score of a lifetime.

- Did you get it?
- He's in here.

Let me see that.
Hmm.

- I... I can't see him.
- That's the idea.

The monk guy, he says the trick
to nabbing him is patience.

I got a better trick.

You come out of there
or I stab you with a knife.

Get!

Easy, now. Easy!

You proud of me now, Pop?

Did you remember to pick up
a pack of matches for me, too?

- Oh.
- Aw, Freddy Forgetti!

I... I remember stuff.

I remember the monkey
said about

- how God is inside us all.
- What, even up in me?

Get out of me, you mook!

Out, out!

If this is God, what's that?
Somebody's a phony!

We better have them
duke it out.

Yeah!

Whoo!

When underground
God fighting took off,

oceans burned,
skies sharted,

heaven peed its pants...

...and over $100 in wagers
changed hands.

Every denomination
got in on the action,

and Fred's one
true God eviscerated

all the other one true Gods,

plus they cleaned up selling
His Holy Seed to breeders.

This last year has been
very good to us, right now.

I never told you this before,

but I am proud to say
that you are...

Freddy Forgetti!

I can't believe you forgot
the matches that time,

you ding-dong!

Freddy Forgetti!

He couldn't stand to see the
little fellow suffer anymore.

You're free.
Go on, get out of here.

Go.
Beat it, you loser.

Just go on back home.

As a token of goditude,
the Lord made Fred's

dumdum go bye-bye.

He spent his brainglow
developing new technology

to ensure no one ever had to
wonder what someone is feeling.

When Roman Mungol submitted
to a love detector,

he was surprised to see
his results come back positive.

He knew he harbored affection

for the woman who delivered
his mail, but it was a shock

to have it electronically
confirmed as eternal love.

He told her he was willing
to pay millions

if she'd reciprocate his feelings,

not have sex or kiss,
but actualize digitally

adjudicated eternal passion.

Desperately in debt and
hobbled by health problems,

Sheila Sherma decided
to give it a sincere shot.

For months,
they struggled valiantly

to pry open the petals
of her heart.

Come on, Sheila!

You can do this.

You can love this guy.

She grabbed her soul
by the scruff of the ass,

but she couldn't force it
to mate with his.

One day
after a rigorous session,

they were on their lunch
break when it happened.

It was that moment he knew
he could never respect or love

a whore whose emotions
could be bought.

He kept his revelation inside,

couldn't bear
to break her heart.

They made it work together,

and luckily she never found out

what he really thought of her.

He worried.

He could develop
a fatal bowel disorder

turning her
to a lonely bowel widow,

but he didn't know
what else to do.

The moment he was discovered,
the butterflies

in his stomach turned back
into caterpillars.

When the detector's digital
kin charged in to defend it,

the couple weren't intimidated.

In fact, they sicced theirs
upon the invader

and savored the battle
that ensued.

They didn't understand
why the machine they treated

so brutally would fight
to keep them flush

which was just
what excited them.

They got off on nursing
the warrior back to help

so it could ravage
on their behalf again and again.

They sold its seed to breeders,

but when Fred found
his brainchild mired

in the same cycle of abuse,

he spiraled,
swallowed in wallow.

When woe is your only companion,

you hanker to clutch
its titillations.

The instant he snorted
his first line of pure gloom,

his life was darked.

He carpe'd his demons

and suckled the black
marrow of misery's milk

from the bone of grief's teat,

horfing in the pleasures
of misery.

It was the best
three minutes of his life.

Luckily, his brother
intervened to stop him.

Fred quit leaning on quick fixes

and turned to a life of substance.

He did lines of prose all night.

Then he smoked
every self-help book

he could get his hands on,

the sublime power
of the written word

coursing through his system.

Soon he moved on
to the hard stuff.

He filled his lungs
with brilliance and became

chemically dependent
on profundity.

Nothing was dense enough.

Mornings, he would Wake & Blake,
roll up a Freud

and cook some Baldwin brownies.

Soon he started
mainlining the Beats.

At his rock bottom, he sucked
the Oxford English Dictionary

until he nearly OD'd
on the subtext.

After he licked out
the last few gigs of sci-fi

from inside a Kindle,

he had imbibed
everything ever written.

That's when he began
breaking into houses

and smoking dreams right out of
people's heads as they slept.

What's happening?
Where am I?

I'm supposed to be in my mind.

Let me out of here!
I'm out of my mind!

Jump.

I'll catch you, dream girl.

- Ah.
- Oh.

You've released me, you fool!

You can't scare me off that easy.

Why do I always get myself

into these suffocating relationships?

Am I punishing myself
for some perceived guilt?

Mm, I'm tearing her up inside.

Sometimes I feel like he's
just in love with the idea of me.

But at that moment,
his suffering detector detected

what needed to be done
to end its own nightmare.

When Fred arrived,
he finally understood

what his father had been trying
to tell him his whole life.

Freddy... Freddy...

Freddy Forgetti.

I'm ashamed of mine,
too, Dad.

I'm ashamed of mine, too.

He was teaching his son
that it's always better

to grow your own.

♪ There's blood in the kitchen ♪

♪ There's blood in the... ♪

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