Now look what you've done: W_W's reptilian brain is all of a sudden rearing its head again, sending out lightning flashes through trillions of synapses in W_W's upper grey-matter echelons. As a consequence, for miles around, the permafrost melts. Methane and other foul gases trapped for eons (in the permafrost) are released into Earth's atmosphere. Global temperature rises dramatically. Coral reefs die off en masse. All the glaciers are gone within days. Al Gore's schedule is a never-ending series of tours and speeches and expensive flights, cocktail parties, and awards, so the already bloated toad drops dead from a heart attack after a month of this. Dozens of countries are flooded, Blackwater/Xe troops are surfing in New Orleans on live rafts, Creationists attempt to build a new Ark, and lots of other stuff happens, some good, some bad. The whales, unfortunately, are in serious trouble. Greenpeace threatens the world government (that also came to pass, I forgot to mention) with collective suicide.

Save the Earth, Miss Griff. All my Inuit girls are camping out in tropical Canada now. Wait! that does it. My reptilian brain has caused the Sun to go supernova. Too late. The world is