It was a cold day for Breadcan, cold as all hell, that is if hell had frozen over. He awoke from his state of deep sleep, to the smell of farts. "Damnit Jorge" he yelled at his best friend ever, Jorge Smith. Breadcan had assumed that Jorge had dropped the gas bomb, but then found out moments later that the smell wasn't farts, but the rotting corpse of Jorge. In hindsight, how he got farts and dead guy smell confused is a mystery itself. But to make a long story short, Breadcan got all depressed and now spends his days knitting, and doing stuff in space.











mostly knitting.