A large mustache smashes a planet to scattered ashes. The thing is so elastic, it tracks in plastic like magic. It's really fantastic, but lacks a certain quality theatric. I take that back. What it lacks is a stack of chapstick. Not that it needs that, but there isn't much slack as to what else it could possibly lack. In another time in another space, a race takes place between a stack of newspapers and a mask with no face. In the end, the one that wins is the one that never even bothered to begin. Underground, there are two gods, one that grins and another that sobs. They seem to be in dissimilar states; but as far as I can tell, they were each other's fate. A man rakes cats off of his trees. Because of allergies, he is forced to sneeze. Out comes leaves, and then some bees. When he sees what he's freed, instead of relief, he feels fear and attempts to flee. His retreat is accompanied by pee between his knees. The urinary release places him under the belief that he is a rabbi running from Nazi police.
