James liked cows, ceilings, and road works. One day he ate a train, and then he went down the tubes of the house into a brown balloon. The sewer was strange and green. It smelled like rainbows. He found a shovel and dug deeper. 100m further. He found an old dinosaur skull. It was the shape of an ogre-layered onion. It looked like those leather soccer balls they use in Mongolia and in the Himalayas. He kept digging, using a dinosaur bone. His hands were sore. There were tomatoes growing on his palms. They grew up in 3D and there were tomatoes growing from coconut trees coming out of his hands. His eyes span around in spirals of silver and gold. Let’s use the tomatoes to grenade the hole deeper. BANG! BOOM! CRASH! Rubble is everywhere, well, that and this giant spaceship here. There is a pickle telling us he’s been stuck down here since Cleopatra. We need to rescue him from the spaceship. BANG! BOOM! CRASH! Hi Mr. Pickle. Let’s go to the mantle of the Earth. We use alien lasers to get into the mantle. It’s not here. It’s Everywhere, “What?” the purple and green shimmer! It zips up and down like neurons. We’re fired into space. Mr. Pickle got smushed. I am in space now. The upside down is nowhere. Stars and planets all around. Bright and yellow and purple and deep green. Here comes the wormhole. We’re on the shores of nowhere. Nowhere nothing happened, and we’re everything is about to begin again. Roman columns of pot plants explode bees in circles of staircases made of honey. They go up into the trees and eat the wasps who were never their friends. The wasps get ripped into goo, and then the bees take the wasps stingers because they are the updated version. Now they’re ready to fight the sentient pillow army that’s planning on taking over the hive. Wooo! Let’s blow them up with my tomatoes. No more pillow men, no more adventures. Time to make some hash browns.
