[ WP ] A strange gas envelopes the entire world , as a result and to everyone 's shock , no one can tell a lie anymore .

Margaret let out a terrible, gut wrenching cough. `` Cough... cough... Mildred... cough cough... Mildred what is that... cough cough... smell?!'' Mildred came into the dining room with her green checkered apron on, spoon in hand. `` What do you mean, what is that smell?!'' she exclaimed. `` The very idea... I'm in the kitchen trying to make you some lovely blueberry muffins and tea and you - `` 
 `` No no no - terribly sorry Mildred.'' Margaret interrupted. `` It's not the muffins, it's something else. Do n't you smell it? It smells like someone...'' She looked left and right and then whispered ``... passed some gas.'' Mildred sniffed the air, spoon in hand. She walked over to where Margaret was sitting at the small, round wooden dining room table and took another sniff. `` I do n't smell a thing.'' she stated finally. `` When was the last time you've been to the doctor dear? I just read the other day that phantosmia means you could have a brain tumor. Have you experienced any head trauma lately?'' 
 `` I assure you- I'm fine Mildred. I'm telling you something smells strange in here... perhaps you do n't smell it because... well... `` 
 `` Because of what Maragaret?'' Mildred demanded 
 `` Because brrrchuulllCCCC-COCAINE.'' Margaret blurted and then quickly covered her mouth with her hand, wide eyed. 
 `` What did you just say?!'' Mildred screeched, clutching her spoon to her chest. 
 `` No no no I nev- cccrrrroooo-CCC -- COCAINE!'' Margaret snapped her mouth shut and began to drink the glass of water on the table furiously. 
 `` OH I see!'' cried Mildred. `` We've come to that again! I do n't understand why you ca n't just let it go! I will forever be judged by my youthful actions! Well see if I invite YOU for tea again! This is the final straw Margaret!'' Mildred began pacing and frantically waving her spoon at the sky. 
 `` No no! You do n't understand dear Mildred! I do n't know why I said that! Forgive me! Perhaps I really do need to see the doctor- it just sort of bubbled out! I tell you, I do not judge you at all for your crazed, drug-cacophony of a youth... please Mildred, I am not myself. Perhaps it's my blood sugar - let's just have some nice tea and muffins.'' Mildred gave Margaret a long look and then sighed and stepped back through the doorway to the kitchen. Margaret held her hand to her head and then felt the sides of her face, puzzled. Mildred emerged from the doorway, holding a silver tray with a small silver teapot and a plate of some enormous, yellow lumps with blue speckles. Mildred placed the tray down on the table with a triumphant smile. Margaret carefully peered at the muffins. The blueberries were so small, that they were almost non-existent and the muffins had odd random bulges as though some small creature inside was trying desperately to escape before it was steamed alive in cream and flour. 
 `` Well dig in!'' Mildred said cheerily. 
 Mildred slowly chose one of the less bulbous muffins and carefully sectioned it on her plate. In the center of the muffin was a large orange-ish spot as though orange juice had been impulsively spilled on it. 
 `` Oh thank you - they look terrrriii - `` Margaret's eyes grew wide and she hastily shoved a piece of the muffin into her mouth. The muffin tasted like nothing Margaret had every experienced, it vaguely reminded her of a wet paper bag flavored with citrus. 
 `` So how is it?'' Mildred asked expectantly. 
 Margaret looked down at the table and continued chewing. She tried to motion that her mouth was full. Mildred waited patiently and handed Margaret a glass of water. Margaret slowwwly chewed the muffin and then took a long drink of water, she continued drinking as Mildred prompted her, `` Weellll?''. At long last, the necessity for air caused Margaret to finally release the glass with a gasp. 
 `` Well how are they?'' Mildred asked again. 
 `` They... well... `` 
 `` Yes? Yes?'' 
 `` Oh I'm feeling so haggard - I do n't think I can... `` Margaret cried, fidgeting with her glass. 
 `` TELL ME HOW THE MUFFINS ARE MARAGRET!'' Mildred exploded. 
 Margaret's eyes grew wide and teary as she exclaimed, 
 `` THESE ARE THE WORST MOTHER FUCKING MUFFINS I'VE EVER HAD!''
