Zebediah Clump was doomed... In the darkened mind of Z. Clump, the tiny and seemingly insignificant movement of the planet Venus across the face of the sun was an event that reduced his body to a quivering jelly of unkempt terror. He spent the night of June 5th, 2012 curled on his bed in the fetal position, whimpering; waiting for the morning, and death, and the final depletion of his half empty glass...