I punched my BioSignat's into the compatch.

I punched my BioSignat's into the compatch. The shadow planet lay before me. Rings of ice prevented the comet's light from penetrating into the world. Cold. Really cold, but I have

mittens right here in my vest pocket. I could still operate my controls, which was more than my now frozen comrades could manage. The shadow planet's sudden appearance caused our

Astronomy Club guests to get very excited but the Astrology Club guests seemed to know what was going to happen next. We all looked at the shadow planet's rings and warmed our

buns on the buns of our neighbor. A very romantic evening of shadow planet gazing was ruined when Nostradamus predicted the world would end cataclismically tomorrow at midnight

"Snap out of it!" said my lover with a smack. "Why would you ever believe the Weekly World Examiner's tabloid interpretations of Nostradamus's fume-assisted quatrains?" And so we r

eleased our copulatory embrace & shared a smoke. "This isn't working. What's the next topic for discussion?" "How about Fermi's Paradox." "That could do it." We resumed our amorous

into a puddle of water and drowned. That friendship was short lived, my only option was to wait for them and keep warm. Eventually I felt so isolated I started to

talk to my hands. At first they were Lefty and Righty, but soon they were Horace and Judith, estranged lovers tied unjustly together by sharing my body. I shivered, cold as their

fingernails swiftly gave way to a form of interpretive dance. I couldn't bare to watch them embarrass themselves so I looked away as to never look at my hands again.