Of course his search for his mother and (soon to be ex-) wife (where are those divorce papers) was considerably slowed by the fact that Doncheadle had started gnawing on his far-left leg and wouldn't let go. What had started as a mild tingling sensation in his foot was now outright agony, as Doncheadle had now reached the bone. Again. How were the scars supposed to heal?!?!

In the mean time, while Shendron had been knocked out cold in the kitchen, his mother had been contemplating her new nailpolish, considered new curtains for the bedroom to match the duveit and had chopped off his wife's head. She really thought blue would go better...

Shendron could hear a soft moaning coming from the passageway. He walked closer and closer to the source of the sound, until there in the middle of the passageway carpet he could see his wife's head. Making a mess all over the carpet!!! AAAAAAAAH!!! How would he ever get the stains out!! He quickly ran up to her and kicked her (head) out of the way. While he sat and scrubbed at the carpet, he wondered if his wife could possible grow a less bloody head next time...