| rdfs:comment | - Welcome to the island of Flying Squirrel, an isle so small that only one vast metropolis can occupy it. The year is A.D. 2998 in Flying Squirrel City, famous for its hospitable people, flying automobiles, grand buildings, and for being the largest clothing-optional resort in the world. However, it is most famous for being the base of the large-scale pharmaceutical company, Calico, Incorporated.
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| abstract | - Welcome to the island of Flying Squirrel, an isle so small that only one vast metropolis can occupy it. The year is A.D. 2998 in Flying Squirrel City, famous for its hospitable people, flying automobiles, grand buildings, and for being the largest clothing-optional resort in the world. However, it is most famous for being the base of the large-scale pharmaceutical company, Calico, Incorporated. Recently, at a press conference, the president of Calico announced a brand-new, over-the-counter-drug, "Cold-Be-Gone:" a really-long-awaited-cure for the common cold. The president also said that the first box of this miracle drug would be given to Flying Squirrel's oldest and most time-honored family, the Stupidfolks. They lived in Flying Squirrel Forest in a large mansion, built for them by Calico. One night, the Stupidfolks had a party at their estate, and they invited many people to come, get down, and boogie! Spontaneously, and simultaneously, the Stupidfolks and their invitees all came down with a cold. Fortunately, though, the Stupidfolks had a super-deluxe box of Cold-Be-Gone and had just enough caplets for them and their guests. Each human at the party ingested one caplet with a glass of water. Five seconds passed, and their skin became snow white; their cheeks, noses, and lips shifted to bright red; and the males' hair turned dark green and the females', saffron. They, then, proceeded to walk around, aimlessly, repeatedly chanting the sickening word, "hug." They were humans, no longer.
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