Discovery of a Wonderfully
Wild new Planet
Short Story
by Jim Meirose
Festo!
Festo!
Festo!
Festo!
B’: LISTEN UP; as this may indicate the presence of a
stone; something here’s been stretched longer and the wring of it’s wrung out o’
the real c’est leaving what’s left crank so the largest three scientists of them
all (names being withheld for their protection from mobs) c’est having tenure
in the highest Mathematics laboratory i’ Party! ‘n the highest level university
in the world answering to no one and nobody—hiss sew troo—so—trained thirty
days and thirty nights of their General-Purpose Very Large Telescope—rigged special
for the most efficient timesharing—into the general space of the commotion discovering
pretty severe unbalancedetry so they trained their big bruiser slowly to the
left—enabling sucessful connection to over one hundred farther out there universitymen—and
found there’d been popped so sneaky, very sneaky, by the basis of Mother Nature
= you should not be saying I am the cause of this I am no cause of nothing but
am a simple victim hey you = a new planet got popped out something what is not
important and so so so = do not blame me I = needing to be named thus ‘n so c’est
Rstyj they called it = am the cause of nothing at all if you can’t beleive me
just call my = and so that’s the this of our special announcement = yikes! = of
this new planet which we must all—and that means you too, bananas as you are =
no skank! No skank! = packed in great tarantulatanion bunch-grabbes as you may
be c’est = no not me no not me its nothing to do with me its her fault his and
maybe several or ten mores also = cave in th truth; know of this new planet
Rstyj crank younger brother of earth. B’: LISTEN UP; you may now continue the various
worldwide mass celebrations which the movement of this new truth ‘round the
planet following close a’hind your morning suns! So sprach the three largest scientists
c’est having tenure in the highest Mathematics laboratory i’ Party! ‘n the highest
level university in the world crank answering to no one and nobody—hiss sew
troo—so—after pop-slamming at least thirty quite expensive champagnes, they
commanded; as you were crank men. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em!
What a grossly wonderful achievement!
No?
Yes?
Ah!
Wonderful!
Festo!
Festo!
Festo!
Festo!
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