mk did something brilliant the other day. He wrote a story that according to this guy,

contained the plot of every book ever:

Someone is looking for something. COMMERCIAL VERSION: They find it. LITERARY VERSION: They don’t find it.

mk also managed to kill a dog.

Here's mk's slightly edited-for-clarity story:

"Hank opened the meat locker. A frosted barrel of fur lay at his feet. The only companion that had never regarded his club foot was now a block of ice. The dog's last meal was lamb. Hank set the lock and stepped inside."