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25/01/2026
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Pen_alias
Pen_alias
Transcript:
Captain’s log: star date - waltz time - things have been awfully dull on the ship since those genocidal robots left. You never know what you’ve got ‘til it's gone…
Do you want to play 3-D chess Captain Turk?
We can’t Spork; most of the pieces were pulled into an alternate dimension during the last ion storm.
Yes, of course - what about 3-D cards?
There’s no such game.
Sure there is: we’ll each build a house of cards and see which is the tallest.
I have a better idea: you build a house of cards and try to stop me from knocking it over.
That would be no competition Captain; birds from my planet have the strength of a thousand of yours.
Spork, you’re not from outer space; you’re from Stockholm Wisconsin.
I am so from space! I have green blood!
You do not!
I do so! Would you like to see it?
Fine Spork, show me; show me your green blood.
Fine, I will!
Where are you going?
To go get it: it’s in a jar in my room!