"Possible Existence of Wormholes at the Center

"Possible Existence of Wormholes at the Center of the Galaxy". Harry glancing over Norbert's shoulder commented, "They don't need to look so far away, Norby, your brain is

so empty, it must be full of holes. Now, I don't know for sure that worms are to blame, but it seems as likely as anything else". "Humph. I dunno, Harry", said Norby.

Dinner at the local trattoria was out of the question, however, now that the subject of squishy worms eating holes through meaty things had entered Norby's mind. "Thanks, Harry."

“Always willing to help you with your dieting, Norby,” said Harry. “And what better way to discourage the overeating of pasta than planting images of WORMS!” At that point, Norby

began to think that Harry may be under-qualified and possibly should not be working as a dietitian. "Harry, look," Norby began. "I love pasta. You can't overeat pasta. I appreciate

your pretending to be a dietitian so that it wouldn't come off as fat shaming when you kept telling me that I was fat and worthless and repugnant and quite smelly as well". Harry b

-egan to cry, attracting the attention of four grannies at a nearby table, who came over to comfort him. They petted Harry's hand and said said "there, there," as he told his tale.

That had been a flashback to his time on an asteroid mining station. He'd gone stir crazy and had took on a cat's personality. I never got the cat concept down though and ended up

killing him. i prefered dogs anyway so killing him brought my life meaning. the astroid mining station blew up 5 years ago. i am now a fat man in my moms basement. i never miss him