I communicated with aliens through my intergalactic,

I communicated with aliens through my intergalactic, double band, high frequency modulation, dinodal quantum, crystalmethanolitic, marijunolitic, hexagonal triple breasted nipple

rings from which dangled a Möbius strip made of dilthium crystals. To close the gap and traverse such great distances in a reasonable amount of time, I had to get creative.

I hit upon the idea of folding the Möbius strip inside out, the pull through would transport us to the other side of the Galaxy. The first obstacle was convincing the strip to fold

into an eight when all it wanted was to fulfill its life long dream of becoming a six. "Numbers don't have a choice," I tried to explain to the strip. "Either you are or you aren't

the number." The number 8 grumbled. "Wait until I get even."

"Obviously you don't count!" snapped the number 9. "Oh yeah? Well you're odd," 8 shot back at him. A pool cue interrupted their argument and sent them sprawling around the table

someone yelled Rack it! and 7 yelled back I agree! Why dont you guys shut the hell up? But 8 and 9 wouldnt quit arguing. So 7 8 9 and told 8 he was next. 1 interupted, saying

That 5 8 8 and 1 8 2 in front of 3 and 4. They were crying 96 tears, all swallowed by the goldfish. Those 192 tears begat a new inland lake where 192 fish swam and water lilies

floated idly blissfully unaware of the carnage. Mr. Frog slurped a fly and turned to Ms. Frog. "Your pad or mine?" A school of rainbow trout swam over and asked for directions.

Ms. Frog, feeling insulted, put a mean slap on Mr. Frog's face and threw him into the water, right in the middle of the hungry fish. The frog was instantly chewed to the bone.