It was a work of friction.
There was too much friction.
He wanted to be published on Pork Avenue.
He thought nothing could possibly travel faster than sea.
Because she was in the non-friction section.
In the non-friction section.
Two. One to cut and one to glue
Katie Keurig. (I know the setup might need some work but I just like the punchline I made up.)
Pulp friction.
Rub him with oinkment.
The same way he solved all other problems: He worked it out with a pencil and paper.
That's a waist of paper!
In the library of course. They're for shelf-defense.
Digest Readers.
Aw shucks!
They all fell off a truck.
