"He's escaped," were the last words Sister Nancy could utter before all chaos broke out.
Before that, it was just a normal Tuesday at the mime orphanage, or as normal as a Tuesday could get. The Fairfield Mime Orphanage was the pride and joy of Nebraska. It was a place where lost and abandoned mimes could go to be loved. All of the mimes were were children; all except for one.
Pierre was a strange case. If you looked at the orphanage's records, they would show no information of him. But late at night, children would hear faint screaming coming from the hall on the left side of the building. Nobody was allowed to go down that hall. As for the nuns, well, they knew that Pierre was the only mime down that hall. When they would give him his food, they would always catch glances of decapitated teddy bears. They should really stop giving him teddy bears.
They had noticed that Pierre had been acting stranger than usual. And you can imagine how strange a 34 year-old mime, living in a mime orphanage can get. He had become more violent. He would now rip off the teddy bears left arm, along with their heads. He also developed a deep hatred for muffins.
On that terrible night, alarms went off. All the children were told to stay in their rooms. Nuns were frantically running around trying to figure out what was wrong.
There was a loud bang and a puff of smoke. As the smoke faded, Pierre came into view.
"He's escaped," shouted Sister Nancy. Pierre stepped closer to Sister Nancy. "Oui," He whispered in her ear.
"How did you escape? You monster!" shouted Sister Nancy.
"A magician never reveals his secrets," said Pierre as he walked out the door.
Suddenly there was a giant explosion and everything went black. Bernie Sanders stood alone on the wreckage of the entire North American continent.
"Vote Biden, 2020," Bernie whispered as he walked off the side of the earth.
