They were only on day 6 of their 10,500 year

They were only on day 6 of their 10,500 year trip to planet Tyche, far in the frozen Oort Cloud, when a stray micrometeorite destroyed their supply of coffee.

"Well, this really is the last straw!" ranted Captain Tepid at his crew of gibbons, who ignored him entirely and continued to advertise their sexual receptivity to each other by

showing off their big toothy grins, and by sniffing and grooming each other. Captain Tepid was the only gibbon who sat off in a corner by himself. No one wanted to sniff him.

"Why, do I smell so bad?", Tepid asked himself and sniffed his curvy, brown fur. "Come on, hang out with me!", he was jumping hysterically in the middle of his pack. He was sad.

But gibbon the situation, Tepid was accustomed to their lukewarm reception. He thought maybe if he swung both ways, he might be able to gain more acceptance.

You see, he was at the table with her. They had different culinary tastes but he believed that they could make beautiful food together. Dr. Lecter turned to Paula Deen and said,

"During my travels, I have generally found that lean cuisine provides the greatest nutrient density. Wouldn't you agree?" Paula Deen knew that Dr. Lecter was a tricky character, so

she posed the question in the faint hope that the good doctor would get sidetracked. But Dr. Lecter, as sharp a mind as a samurai sword, said: "Yes", slowly, "and the liver tastes

Dr. Lecter then wiped his mouth and stood up. He looked to the sky and screamed, "I go hard in da paint!"