Kohl: No, no, no, Doc, we just got here, OK, Mike Sokiveta's here; we're gonna play some hockey.
Doc: Well, bring him along. This concerns him too.
Boo: Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? What, do we become <Explicative Deleted> or something?
Doc: No, no, no, no, no, Boo, both you and CRAAB turn out fine. It's the one you call Samurai Steve, aka The Ryth, aka Shyne, aka Prime. Something has got to be done about Steve Crandell!
In a flash the Doc had a newspaper clipping out from his radiation suit and under their noses.
Doc: I've traced the events that lead to the complete collapse of society back to THIS VERY GAME OF STREET HOCKEY!
Kohl: So what do we do, Doc?
Doc: It is absolutely imperative that you do not allow Steve to score a single goal today!
Everyone: Whaaaaaaaaaa?!!!
Boo: Uh, Doc? Steve has never once in all the seventeen years that we've played hockey NOT scored a goal.
Kohl: Yeah, he's consistently dominated the top spot on James McKay's list. YOU ASK THE IMPOSSIBLE!
Doc: I don't care how you do it. Just don't let him score!!! Life as we know it depends on it!
<FASHHH! FASHH! FAAAASHHHHHHHHHH!!!!>
. . . And he was gone.
Boo: What are we going to do?
Kohl: Well maybe Steve won't show up?
Steve: Hey, guys!
And thus the teams were drawn up and, tepidly, our heroes began what quickly became the oddest and most trying game of Hockey they ever encountered.
Kohl: OK, I think I'm done.
Boo: Good Hockey everyone!
Steve: I don't know if you guys noticed, but . . . I didn't score.
Boo: What?!!!
Kohl: You didn't?!!!
Steve: Not once. That's never happened to me.
Kohl: Huh . . . Well, it happens to me all the time.
Boo: Not me.
Steve: Well, I'm taking off.
Boo: See you later, Steve!
Steve: Later.
Kohl: Wait for it . . .
<VOMIT EVERYWHERE>
GOOD HOCKEY, HAPPY THANKSGIVING, and a MERRY NON-ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE, EVERYONE!
