As the various members of the FFML write stories, flame each other, 
and consume vast quantities
of SPAM, they suddenly notice a shaft of light appear in their midst. 
A shape appears in the
light, and as it fades, they see a face they hoped never to see again.
..
 "OSCAR!!" Everyone yells. Indeed, the hermaphrodie cat molester 
stands before them dressed in
an unfamiler jumpsuit.
 "I thought you were dead!" One writer yells.
 Oscar nods. "I was indeed dead. But through a miracle, I was reborn 
to fufil a most holy mission!"
 "What?" One writer mutters. "Write more fanfiction?"
 Oscar shakes His/her head. "No! This is even more important. For I 
have become.." Oscar points
at some numbers on his shoulders. ' *Daishi'cha*!" Oscar grins. "Now, 
who wants to be thr father
of my child?"



(Running for the hills)