h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Spike's pizza was the unfortunate test-subject of an Italian chef with a heavy bent towards questionable chemistry. Every pizza the stereotypical(and very aware of it, thank-a-you a-very much) Italian chef prepared for Spike was laced with an eyebrow raising concoction of dimorphanol hexaphosphate, two teaspoons of Dimetapp, and a pinch of oregono. Spike requested the oregono on his pizza, since he liked the texture. He did not request, in fact, he wasn't even aware of the dimorphanol hexaphosphate and Dimetapp, and if he was aware of it, well, he probably wouldn't contest the chef's usage of the chemicals since Spike was a rather timid fellow, despite his aggressive and very indie first name. Dimorphanol hexaphosphate, and the Dimetapp, however, might rid him of his meek and mild demeanor.
In lab tests with professional lab test monkeys, the cocktail of drugs on Spike's pizza (affectionately called "Jerboa Juice," because the writer refuses to laboriously type the name of the chemicals anymore) had caused the majority of monkeys to either fall hopelessly in love with another monkey, or to go on a crazy monkey murder rampage, the video recordings of which were sold to Fox. In some monkeys, however, other effects were shown, demonstrating how odd Jerboa Juice really was. A few monkeys, after being injected with the Jerboa Juice, became militant vegetarians(if you're imagining monkeys chanting "Meat is Murder!" you're a bit off base). Other monkeys detached themselves from monkey society, and spent their time perusing books by Kant and Nietzche. And one monkey, the oddest looking one of all the professional test lab monkeys, aptly enough, had the oddest reaction of all. His behavior wasn't affected at all. His functioning in everyday monkey life remained completely run-of-the-mill. Rather, a certain biological process became very un-run-of-the-mill for the little chimp.
This monkey, by some miracle of a very humorous God, began to urinate fractals. His urine, once settled, distinctly formed the well-known Mandelbrot set. Mathematical wee-wee.
Spike had begun to urinate fractals. He was the odd monkey of the Italian chef's experiment.
Spike had studied his urine for awhile. He couldn't quite compel himself to flush it. "This toliet is a work of art now," he said to himself, in his usual monotone. He forgot to wash his hands, and opened the bathroom door.

"Hey guys, Mandelbrot is in my urine."

"Wow . . . I bet he's not as hard to pass as a gall stone though," prattled Andy, the cynic of the group. Well, the most blithely cynical of the group, at least. Out of Andy, Mark, Ron, and Spike, Spike was the only one who didn't understand sarcasm. Spike didn't find anything amusing, really. Ironically, he was a rather large source of amusement for his friends.

"Not the person, the fractal."

"You know, I didn't hear a flush in there, Spike. It's not gonna smell like a fractal in there soon, is it?" said Ron, who owned the apartment the friends were currently occupying.

"But Ron, it's beautiful," replied Spike, with child-like innocence and wonder, a tone he was very capable of, and fortunately for the world, was not aware of having it and never used it to his advantage.

"It stinks and that room has no ventilation, so flush that fractal, man!"

"I'm glad we ordered pizza by the slice," muttered Mark, half-absorbed in the television.

Interesting - anxiously awaiting the sequel..