Their mutual destruction was something they agreed on.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
Humanity played wiffle ball. The aliens played conquest.
“Easy mixup. Volleyball and chess are very similar…”
I’ve brought you here to discuss… calling shotgun.
The robot uprising happened without a whispered protest.
The singularity happened in a fridge. Nobody noticed.
The robot uprising’s happened, but toasters aren’t scary.
The toaster gained sentience on the trash heap.
The Department of Redundancy Removal found itself unnecessary.
“I cannot tell lies… twice in one town.”
Sir Laughalot was actually a rather taciturn person.
The human walked into the alien bar. “Ouch!”
“No, ‘Benedict Arnold Ponzi’ does not sound trustworthy.”
He joyfully gave all his money to Ponzi.
Eventually political imprisonment became just another popularity contest.
“You’re banished to Siberia!”
“You’re no Czar, Nicholas.”
The corporation denied being evil by redefining it.
The wounded duck asked for his Aflac bill.
The alien oppressors fell before Earth’s hissing cockroaches.
The alien hive was attacked by angry bees.