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I've been at a loss in terms of writing a story. Normally, it just comes to me, like... Actually, I'm desperate enough, let's do that.

Mr. Fly McGee (the third) was on his way home from his job at F.L.Y (Fly Legal Y-police), which was a real pain. Old man MacElroy was being a real ball breaker, and he hadn't met today's quota (who was real attractive). All in all, Mr. Fly McGee (the third) was happy with his life... mostly... actually, not that much at all. His wife, Mrs. McGee, was an old hag. She was over two weeks old, for crying out loud! His kids were also a major nuisance. I mean, all they did was eat and die. Cleaning up their dead bodies was getting to be a real chore. Mr. Fly McGee (the third) was wondering why his wife didn't hit menopause four days ago, but he didn't want to think about it for some reason.

Anyways, back in the present, Mr. Fly McGee (the third) was flying home when he came upon a peculiar scent.
"What is this peculiar scent? I must figure out the source... Wait, what about the wife and kids?... Onwards!"
When he (Mr. Fly McGee (the third)) got there, he was overwhelmingly shocked by the scene. What he found was... a flower?
"Jesus H. Christ, a flower? That's it? Oh well, at least that killed a few minutes."
As he started to turn around, the flower spoke.
"Hello there, Mr. Fly McGee. I've been watching you. Surely you be interested in joining our Super-Secret Super-Fly program? It's super...b!"
"First off, it's Mr. Fly McGee (the third)! Second, what does the program entail? Also, don't call me Shirley!"
"Well, if you don't mind coming to our secret lair, we will show you."
"Ok, can't hurt, I guess. Do you want to hear about my day?"
"Sure..."

"OH SH-"