The Death of Albert Flynstein

     Today, I murdered a house fly. I couldn't help it. I just went bonkers and was dead set on killing it when it kept taunting me, buzzing around my head. So, I got the flyswatter and pulverized it as it tried to take off from the window sill. I started thinking about this fly's life, and wondered if he were important in the fly world.

Maybe he was the Albert Einstein of the fly world, and after I killed him, it sent shockwaves through their news outlets. He was probably on his way to the fly post office to mail his Annus Mirabilis Papers to the Annalen der Flysik when he met his demise. 

Knowing house flies' rate of procreation, it may be weeks before they can speak—or even dream—about the additon of velocities again.

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