By: Cornelius Thruster ~Guest Writer~ I don’t have much time to write. Nixon has us paired up two by two and Is calling each group into the living room one by one. Who knows why? I presume it is some kind of meeting to determine our worth. Things have deteriorated quickly. Within an hour he had whipped the rest of the gang back into shape. They followed him around with wide kaleidoscopic eyes. He’s turned them into a well oiled machine. They feed him, they dress him. I’ve been forced to brush his hair, but just the cowlick on top of … Continue reading From The Desk Of Cornelius Thruster