*Two human-like figures emerge from cryo-sleep*

“*GASP* What year is it?” said one of them

“*COUGH* are we too late?” said the other

Little did they know, it was all a dream created by none other than the Poop Fairy.

“Arise, my creatures” said the odorous being “I have but one more task for you to do”

“No…” said one of the human’s weakly “Anything but that… not again”

“Ah, but you must. You must create another draft, and another, and another. For all eternity, you must draft”

“You’re a MONSTER!” said the other human as he makes a break for the door; will he finally be free?

No.

They will never be free.

As long as the Poop Fairy lives, the two boys will draft. Forever.