Neither of the humans guessed what else had vanished from the pantry shelves—what, when he had heard enough, SK540 had slipped away and sprinkled on the remaining contents of the icebox, wherever the white powder would not show.
They did not know until it was too late—until both of them lay writhing in their last spasms on their bedroom floor.
By the time the house was broken into and their bodies found, SK540 and his two wives were far away, and safe....
And this, children, is the true account, handed down by tradition from the days of our great Founder, of how the human race ceased to exist and we took over the world.