Pass the story

one rule for this game and that is let your imagination run wild

Your baby and husband are actually the same person.

"Poppycock!", Tanya replied. "Now go to the market and fetch me some lamb shanks with a olive brine.......and I shall show you a decadent feast the likes of which you have never seen!"

The man was stunned and quite curious as to why the celebration was to be so jovial. Without a second thought, he obliged and went to the market with two bags. One filled with figs the other with a scarlet ruby. "I'll show her who's boss!", he says.

With his secret super power still in tact, he decides to reveal himself after the meal. "Or will it be too late"? he ponders. They will be coming for me soon, she must know the truth about our kind!"

Just then Tanya's husband walks in looking a little distraught and then there's an awkward silence. "What's going on and who's this?" he asks.

Tanya see's the other guy slowing reaching for his weapon but before anything can happen she quickly intervenes by saying...

"I think you better sit down because what I got to say aint pretty"

The man tells Tanya and her husband of a conspiracy that began when the president was secretly replaced by an evil clone and the country soon fell into anarchy and was hated by the entire world. And then a hero emerged and destroyed the goverment from within working entirely in the shadows for a period of 5 years.

Just when things began to better a new threat emerged because during that period the CIA became a renegage organisation that reported to no one and had began developing sinister top-secret programmes. He then says Tanya's husband was the brains behind the whole operation that later took over the country.

"There must be some mistake, I'm just a ordinary salesman!" Just then, baby Freddie began to cry and the man then says "Pack your things we need to go somewhere NOW!

"Where are we going, what exactly is our "kind"? asks Tanya's husband....

". . . Chuck Norris." Both husband and wife are taken aback. "But . . . but that's not possible!" says the wife.

The man from the future stares off into the distance for a brief moment before jumping back into reality, "I'm sorry, I was just visualizing a mud-wrestling match between Heidi Klum and Tera Patrick. But the point is this; you have no choice in the matter. You must do this."

The husband gets up, pissed at this stranger, "Where the #$%@ do you get off telling us what to do? You and what army?" The man calmly smiles before activating a button on his cufflink, "Why, my genetically modified sloth-shark army of course." Then, within seconds, dozens of inhuman agents wielding a variety of alien weapons storm into the room. Each creature moves with a speed twice the rate of an average human; with the head of a bull shark and the body of a sloth.

The agent continues to smile, "Now, I never said I needed your cooperation. All I needed was a sample of your spleen." The husband stares at the man dumbfounded, "Why do you need tho--" He's cut off mid-sentence when one of the "slarks" slaps him in the face and aims its device menacingly at his chest. The husband warily looks at the weapon which looks suspiciously like an egg beater. And then he realizes . . .

"IT IS AN EGGBEATER!" The agent grimaces for the first time during the conversation. "Dammit, our cover is blown . . . engage, ENGAGE!" The slarks aim, but . . .