“…it’s the bottom of the fifth. The Booneville Cubs are down by three points, and the Milwaukee Royals are looking to widen the gap.”

“Looks like Jimmy Jenkins is stepping up to the plate. Would you look at that kid? He’s got arms thinner than a pencil!”

“I hate to say it, but you’ve got a point there. What are they feeding that guy?”

“And against Mondo? The star pitcher in the tri-county league? The kid throws meteors, for Christ’s sake!”

“I’d say the kid’s got an outside chance of scoring a bunt off this, but it doesn’t look good. Mondo’s killed half the players in the league!”

“Outside chance? Outside the planet, more like!”

“Wait, Marty? What the hell kind of bat is that? It looks like a…”

“Does that say CERN?”

“Shut up, the both of you!” Jimmy yelled, and as the roaring meteor smashed its way out of Mondo’s glove, he fired up the LHC, sending the now gravity-less rock into space.

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