SHORT STORY:

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zip zoppity weedle wop

twaaaaaaaaannnnggg

bill cosby going at his guitar's g string


The year is, well that doesn't matter since good stories should be timeless and I shouldn't
have to rely on devices specifc to certain times (unless its dank).

The highest I can go is say 2500, since space travel is cool. Final offer, if you don't like
it...

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there's the door ya female dog

	To more easily condition the slave children to work the ship, everybody is to be
referred by a breakfast cereal character.

	 Captain Crunch, sitting at his command center, looks out at the abyss. He turns his
head to talk to Lucky
     	 "dude"
	 "what is it CC?"
	 "sometimes i just stare into space and think wow dude, what are we doing here"
	 "you know why we are here CC"
	 "i know"
	 "okey"

	 CC swivels in his chair and starts making clicking noises with his fingernails.
	 "i can't stand that CC"
	 "what's the problem?"
	 "that clicking"
	 "what clicking"
	 "that clicking"
	 "what clicking"
	 "srsly?"
	 "yep"
	 "oh you are entering a world of"
	 The pod bay door opened and let's just say Lucky's streak was over

	*crash*

	kool-aid man enters the main deck area (valid milk substitute), followed by another
hole created by mr t, the pair is called the night squad (always night in space, it's a lame
excuse by management to overwork them)

     	"waddup fool"
	"Lucky is dead"
	"oh yeah"
	"i pity da fool"
	"oh no"

	Soon after, outside the ship, we hear a knock coming from the front door. Mr t
and CC leave the deck (kool aid man and mr. t go well together, but concerns and previous
infractions on smashing critical walls prevents him from going within a fifty foot barrier).

	"Who is it"
	"..."
	"What do you want?"
	"..."
	"ANSWER ME"
	"..."
	"space is a vacuum fool, you can't hear them"
	"well should we let them in"
	"who they be fool"
	"I don't know, do we have cameras around the perimeter?"
	"you know it"
	"noice, let's look at them"

	They leave the front door and check out the cameras in the bay area. They see
nothing, just black.

	 "Why isn't this working mr t?"
	 "i don't know captain"
	 "let's just pump some atmosphere out there, maybe the sound can carry"

	 They have pre-installed a little tube that goes out the top of the door for
such a situation. They open the hatch and slowly depressurize the cabin to allow him to speak.

     	"He is still silent fool"
	"let's just let him in"

	They open the door, vacuum sucks mr t and CC outside of the cabin, and they just
float around a bit. Mr ts muscles are holding him together, and CC used some common sense
he picked up from the 2356 crash of HMS PMS to get some proper protection. Lucky wasn't so
lucky.

	They meet a Jehovah's Witness outside, and they bring him inside.

	"Would you like to learn about our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?"
	"sure, come on in"

	They bring him into the deck, get him plenty of cocoa and blankets, and introduce him
to kool aid man.

   	"I never got this far before..."
	"don't worry fool, you're here now"
	"oh yeah"
	"I couldn't have said it better myself"

	So the JH tells the crew about the Jehovah's Witness religion, one that I knokw very
little about and am willing to ignore for now (should probably fix this).

       "I really should be going now, thanks for letting me talk"
       "no problem fool"

       So mr t and the JH both walk back to the door and say goodbye to each other. JH leaves
through the door, but not without mr t giving him some brownies the crew had made. He returns
to the deck.


   	"that was pretty good fool"
	"oh yeah"

	mr t goes out for a fistbump, but realizes that kool aid man is made of glass.
Kool aid man shatters, leaking that delicious milk substitute everywhere.

     	"i pity the fool, fool" he said to himself

	CC runs into the deck, having come back from the wash room. He doesn't know what he should
do, and slips and falls into that wonderful milk substitute.

    	Mr. T is getting pretty hungry now, from having to work no more than 12 hours for 72
hours straight. He looks at that delicious CC in a little fragment of glass like a bowl.

      	"yum"