(here’s a little goody we came up with last night…)

Sex Farm Mutation

“Looks like another job well done,” the grizzly bearded man says.  After a couple seconds of silence he turns to his grandfather and whispers, ”Gramps… you alright? You’re usually more lively after we dig up all these worms.”  ”Ya know this is the part of the job I hate ya whipper-snapper!” says the disgruntled old man.  They both shuffle past mounds and mounds of worms.  They collect about 5 coffee containers full of worms and keep on moving.  After awhile the old man’s legs give out and he falls forward with a shout, face first into a mountain of worms.  ”Quit slowing me down old man and grab hold of me,” yelled the grandson.  Not a sound from old gramps; he died.  ”Oh god!” shouted the grandson as he watched the worms drag the corpse underground.  The grizzly bearded man wept.  As he knelt and cried uncontrollably, something was touching his shoulder, something cold and slimey.  ”Ya whipper-snapper!” came a booming gurgling voice, ”Look what ya did to me!!  I’ve somehow mated with the entire colony of worms and have become a worm warrior.”  Another job well done!

The end.  By: Pete & Erik