Mr Inane checked himself out on the UgloMeter. The needle ratcheted down to -3 and then fell off. So — inconclusive results. Might as well create a new identity and get back on Tindl. Try again or something.
Mr Inane bought a box of Cheery-O-Doodles and was surprised to learn that they came with, well, each one had a hole. He would have asked for a refund but got sucked into the void the next time he opened the door to let the cat out.
"If ever there was a better day for rain, I don't know about it," thought Mr Inane, standing in the rain, gazing into the rainy sky, waiting for more rain to come. Although he stood there until his slippers got soaked, no rainstorm arrived to rain in the middle of the already-rain, so he went back inside and stared at the floor.
Nobody knows nothin like Mr Inane, the Nothin Champ (six years running now).
Mr Inane once had a job but it got bored and ran off with a used trash bag.
Even Mrs Inane Arus, Mr Inane's mother, played dead. After a while he quit trying to revive her. And then nothing else happened. She now happily lives elsewhere.
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Me? Content, wittled, all plastic.
