Never Mind, at least he had the head of Never Mind, but the body of Batty Buddy, looked around in his hopefully temporary body's backpack for smelling salts. "No, I don't think a rolled up copy of a Hitch Hikers guide to returning bodies to their proper heads is what we want... We need smelling salts."



He threw the rolled up copy of what might be the only thing that could save them into the cremator before anyone could stop him, then was buried under a mass of angry bodies shouting "You fool!" in various pitches.



Meanwhile, the powers that don't be, never will be and never did be decided that it was unfair for SlaYer and PSycho to miss out on the fun, so they promptly impossibly transferred their heads to eachother's bodies. Being very preoccupied, they did not notice this for some time.



Also Meanwhile, Scotty committed suicide.



At the same moment, three ducks said Moo.



During a exact clone of the time, one of Devan's spaceships was destroyed by a firework.



Currently, a horse tripped.



Right now, this stupid stuff stopped.