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It happened. I'm not proud of what I did, but I put the olives and the apples, banana peppers and mayo in the tuna and mixed it all up. I knew I was treading on ground long abandoned by god herself when as soon as I started to add the mayo a dark cloud passed in front of the sun blotting out all the life sustaing light. I know what you're thinking because for a split second the very thought flashed through my mind and still, and still god damn it I added the mayo, perhaps even a little more than I would normally add just to spite any god that would attempt to deny me the opportunity to create a tuna sandwhich like no one has ever seen before.

I'm beginning to think there may be a little jealousy involved here. After all, what god would expect a mere mortal such as I to create a tunafish sandwhich that they failed to create first? I know, I'm starting to ramble, but before the fever totally overcomes me I must let y'all in on my next nefarious experiment.

As all scientists are want to do, I study the work of others in my field. I'm especially impressed with the work of Dr. Wonka. If he can design a single pill with sequencial dinner courses than why can't I. And yes, I know what happened to poor violet, that's why I never allow kids anywhere near me when I'm creating and actually when I'm not creating either.

So here's where I'm going next even as the hounds of hell are nipping at my heels. Imagine a tuna sandwhich where the first bite is sweet with apple, the next tangy with banana peppers, the next sour with green olives, do you see where I'm going with this? Will the madness ever stop? Can you be so saturated with madness like a saturated fat that there is no more space for any more madness to bind? Only time will tell. And how much I have I'm not sure. I can here the hounds howling.................