He was on skis, rushing down a hillside. Then he was in space floating, running out of air. Then he was with hookers without condoms. That was frustrating. Suddenly he awoke with a big dick in his ass.

"I'm not gay, dude".

This place was so seedy. The condiments were in poor condition, ketchup and mustard crusted over. The waittress was older, with the obligatory band aid on her flappy elbow skin. He had the pancakes. The bomb was in the suitcase on the seat across from him at he the booth where he was sitting. The ticking was way too loud. He noticed people looked at him funny. It was probably the ticking.

"Everything's fine. Everything's fine."

His pancakes never arrived, and twenty people saw god that night.

"Hello god."