Feghoot wanted to look over the edge of the mountain and say, "Lookitthat!"

Feghoot parked his space-time device only a yard from the edge of the mountain, and stepped out to enjoy the view. THAT was a mistake. Hearing a noise behind him, he turned around to discover that his device had malfunctioned and CLONED him. Moreover, the clone had been rotated through a fourth spatial dimension, and so was as mad as a hatter. LUSTING for Feghoot's blood, the clone jumped him--and the battle was on!

Anyone who's seen Star Trek Three knows the outcome--the good guy wins, and the bad guy gets pitched over the edge of the cliff. As the clone fell to his doom, though, he screamed obscenities at Ferdinand Feghoot. Gradually his voice got fainter and fainter until it and the clone were lost in the air far below.

Ferdinand Feghoot picked himself up from the edge of the cliff. He was trembling, his clothes were a wreck, and he wasn't really prepared to be arrested--but that's what happened! The We Made It police pounced from all directions, because Ferdinand Feghoot had--