Volcanoes arose on the surface of Earth, so he turned to the moon of slighter girth. 'Moon,' said Earth, saddened by bumps, 'I have acne, which sucks, worse than mumps.' 'That's alright, I should know, just close your mouth and start to blow.' So Earth did as moon said, and soon the volcanoes exploded red. Oceans boiled, cities crumbled, all life was duly befuddled. And when the dust had settled down, the Earth had craters and not a frown. Moon smiled bright and Earth did too: no more acne, and hell, no more you.


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