The FFS Mandible drifted through ultraspace.

The FFS Mandible drifted through ultraspace. The replicator was busted, the nearest Costco was 500 parsecs away and the crew was out of beer, pretzels and taco pizzas. Cap'n Storm

turned to his science officer, "Blatto, your half roach. Put those antennae to use & locate some junk food in this sector!" "Cap'n Storm, the Mandible's biosensors were damaged by

the Orkin Star's Explosion!" Cap'n Storm knew his Science Officer was right. His antennae twitched. They'd need anchor "The Mandible" until their Sectcrew could repair the larval

Bites in the structure supporting the porch. These were no ordinary bites. The man they were intended for was deposited on the beach lying face down to make it look as if he was

mauled by sea dollars. The fool kidnappers and murderers didn't realized that this part of the beach had been cashed out of sea dollars by pirates in 1884 & he wasn't murdered yet.

With all of the sand dollars collected and the criminals drowned by the high tides, the land was reclaimed by animals, who sold the higher-priced shells to the generous shop clerk.

Now the shop clerk had all the finest sand dollars in (or on?) the land, but no customers except the animals, who decided to chuck the money into the ocean, knowing how it had made

The Breakers of Palmdale, not to be confused with The Breakers of Dale’s Palm, in either case, a picture of an electric breaker afloat a giant breaker racing past the breakers.

"Thou shall not be broken!" they called. And so it was, and so it ever has been. And from that day, in that sunny little Palmdale, nothing was broken again.