Just so no one gets confused zee and rory are the same germ. he gets a different name.

Thrax glided through the air. His coat flapped behind him. "Hold on lil' Zee." Zee was stuck inside his dads turtleneck unable to hear

him under the blasting wind. Thrax threw his head back around and laughed mercifully. His victim was dying slowly under his baking

temperature. "I'll teach you to be jus' like me." Zee clutched in his hand a shimmering dna bead that Thrax had snatched from the

hypothalamus.

It seemed forever before Thrax landed. Zee was sleeping when he felt a rude jolt. Almost throwing him out. Thrax rubbed

his wind-burned face. "Gotta get used to this again." He pulled off his shades and scanned the area. He had landed on a piece of toast.

"No butter...can't get any easier." Zee's eyes grew wider when he saw a towering human loom over the plate. He cried and stuffed his

head under Thrax's turtleneck. "Don't worry. We're the predators...he's your prey." The mans big face creeped closer.

"Hello...Frank." Thrax growled. A huge knife with butter on it suddenly came into view. "Uh, oh." Thrax crouched down into a porous

hole and covered them with his coat. A ear-deafening series of crunches and scrapes scared Zee into filling his diaper again. Thrax held

his breath and waited. Packed around inside a glob of bread, he pulled himself free out of the sticky mess. "Eckkkkk..fresh bread." He

swiped his trenchcoat and shook his dreadlocks. "Ewwwww...Zee you stink again." He pulled him out from his collar and climbed up

further towards the throat, trying to sneak past the germ patrols. "Shit!" Thrax lost his footing and dropped Zee down the back of the

throat. "ZEE!" He shrieked, reaching out to hook him with a claw. Zee was dangling by his diaper on a piece of stuck food. The throat

started to jerk and a loud bellowing was rumbling from below. "Awwww shit. No!" He reached down further. "Cmon Zee...reach for

daddy!" Zee reached out desperatly. A loud bellow suddenly whooshed right out sucking Thrax along with it. Zee would have been too if

he hadn't been caught on a tonsil. Thrax spun around in the air and landed on a stick of butter. He pushed around, his legs stuck fast. Pain

shot through his legs. His eyes darted around. Wheres Zee! "ZEE..ZEE! ARGGGGHHHH!" He yanked his legs out. More pain streaked

through his body. "DAMN YOU FRANK!" He crouched down and buried his face in his arms. What kind of father am I...

Osmosis and leah walked hand and hand down the street near the throat. A little hand tugged on his pants. "Daddy! Can I get a

booger pop! Pleazzzzzze!" Ozzy pulled earwax coins out of his pocket. "Here Raffy, now hurry." Him and leah sat on a nearby bench.

"He's grown up fast. What is he? Three weeks?" Leah layed her head on him. "Yes...pretty soon he'll have another birthday party." Ozzy

looked up towards the throat. "What the Frank is that?" An object was falling right towards him. It hit him squarely on the gushy head. It

softened the impact. He pulled it off and gasped "Mother of Frank! It's raining babies!" Leah pried it off his hands. "Awwww..shhhhh.. Its

alright."

"Funny lookin' white cell." Ozzy stared at him. "That things a germ! We should squash it!" Leah cuddled him against her chest. "No! It's

not his fault. We can teach him to be good. Can we wittle un'...Now he needs a name."

Ozzy tapped his forehead. "Whata bout' dookie cause thats what he smells like."

"He probably needs a diaper change."

"He's lookin' all Thraxy...you think their related?" Ozzy said, holding his nose.

"Maybe. But that doesn't matter. It all depends on how you raise them."

"Well then...lets call him Rory...since now he's turning kinda red."

"Uh, oh I think he's about to go again."

Raffy came back and saw the strange blushing baby. "You had a baby? Where's the sperminator dad? I didn't even see him."

Ozzy smiled sheepishly. "Uhhhhhh hee...lets go change its diaper."