An Unnexpectadly Surprising Epiphany

Malk Prime Junior pants heavily as sweat pours annoyingly down his back and upper thighs (not the lower though as a plus). Sharp jungle grass tears at his bare legs as he trots at a brisk pace through the impenetrable jungle landscape. He had been alerted and awoken by his highly motivated attacker, which now followed swiftly behind him, much too quickly to bother equipping a set of pants. He did, however, manage to grab his pretty cool hat that he got at a garage sale for like $5.

Finally, he approached the sound of the busy highway just beyond the dense rainforest. He took care not to slow down a single bit as he anticipated stumbling onto the smooth, free pavement.

Oddly, though, he found not a highway but a rather immense stream of water crashing down the side of a steep rock face. For this reason, among several other unfortunate circumstances that we will not discuss in this volume, Malk Junior found himself rapidly approaching the ground thousands of kilometers below him.

This is no exaggeration. The drop off is quite literally thousands of kilometers deep. Malk is still falling,

20 minutes later, Malk continues his slightly boring descent. He notices a small worm that has joined him falling nearby.

After about an hour, Malk falls asleep mid air. Little does he know that 46 of the 45 international news orginizations have now caught word of this extraordinary spectacle and are now broadcasting it live to all of the countries in the world except for the small desert paradise wasteland Histla-mania (population 65). Nobody likes them anyway. 12 of the news stations have helicopter following close by to Malk.

Malk's furry descent finally ends when he wakes up and decides to stop falling. When he sees the mass calamity that has congregated around him, he knows what he must do. He engages his flight control mode and immediately notices a startling difference. The ground begins to grow smaller beneath him as his rear thrusters engage. Up he goes, until he reaches the upper atmosphere and the edges of the planet in which he resides in.

He doesn't stop there though, he's come too far for that. He keeps going on and on and on until he finds a small crumb of leftover breadwork floating among the stars. He picks it up and flings it in the general direction of the way he came. He is now content to begin his handiwork.