Crim peered all around and tried for seven and five eighths of an hour to escape his banishment. Xarok was fed up with Crim's general bullshit and sent him to the last planet. Here, Crim traveled nine miles a day until he reached the end of days. From this point forward, he had gotten himself trapped until the days would once again come full circle. This was not going to happen anytime soon.

With what luck did Crim reach down and pull something out of his pocket. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing there but lint and a few other trivial items. He looked at the lint and saw Ducky, whose kind words were always enough to cheer Crim up.

"Crim," Ducky began, "you are the biggest faggot. Go to sleep and never wake up."

Crim stared at his hand with a terrible gaze: one only the dead could imitate. He continued to look down at his restless hand, his corpse swaying to and fro in his corporeal prison. He then looked up, and from the sky he saw a being who appeared to be quite familiar to the red dog. It was none other than Manticore.

You see, Manticore is a hero among heroes to all creatures. What is less known is that Manticore cannot see dogs, and so he did not see Crim as he traveled across planets. Surely to find the fabled doghat. Too bad for Manticore he can't see it because it is made out of dogs.

This, however, is irrelevant. Crim's banishment is what is relevant. At least to himself, or so he would think. It would be an eon and a half before Crim finally realized that what he had been missing, he had with him the entire time. Thumbs. With these magical spells at his side, he opened the door and the shackles of stupidity were cast off of him, only to be immediately put back on as he realized that he had not been banished by his great grandfather Xarok, but had merely locked the bathroom door.

Goddamn, Crim is a dumbass.