The wolf got the bad end of the stick stabbed

The wolf got the bad end of the stick stabbed into its chest, but the bad end was dull, so it only really prodded the wolf, irritating it.

There he met Dr. Harry Haller, the famous lycanthropist. "Hiya! Last time we met was at Dante's Pizza and we shared the "wolf's surprise", made by the white wolf that owned it."

"yeah, and then we got 'splerged' or whatever it is they call it on Eve Online," I tittered heartily to my own thorough and isolated amusement. Our pleasure capsule drifted toward

Pleasure Planet, which was filled with nothing but topless Zorons and water slides. I was really looking forward to it, but upon descent, our thrusters malfunctioned, causing

the craft to go into a spinney. We crash-landed into the lazy river as if a plane, but thankfully we were safe and floated our way around, lustfully longing to mate with the Zorons

The Zorons, of course, were having none of that, seeing what happened the last time they mated with the shipwrecked. So we started a band with the Vogons. Our first album had only

one hit, entitled "Somebody Shoot Us Now!" which did especially well on the charts due to the popularity of Suicide Parlors at the time. Our second Vogon album did not do as well

either. Blather You Vogon Cow Now Cow Now barely sold to our mother Queens. Many of what we now call our fans, objected to being subjected to what we seem to call music and poetry.

The galactic judges held up their cards: 5, 4, 3. I placed 4th in a contest with Azgoths of Kria, Capt. Jeltz of Vogon & the reconstituted Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex.