A new crisis was upon us now that the world’s supply of reason had been utterly spent. And there was only one man brilliant enough to save us. I arrived in Doctor Manfred’s office to discuss the issue, only to find him kneeling on a desk chair, careening through the office like madman. An assistant was standing in the center of the room, spanking the doctor with a duck whenever he chanced to pass by.
“Doctor!” I cried. “What do we do? What do we do?”
“You idiot!” he yelled. “Can’t you see we’re trying everything we can think of?”