"Take off that bee costume while we are outside,

Poiso Oversized hands that grabbed the bee costume and the dog ate it. The Roundup was robotised and thus confused, so Buzz and Saw escaped! They were the lucky ones, people s

hould have known better that space-western specialty diners were risky business, especially for the mascots Buzz and Saw, who would've been ripped off as much as they're ripoffs.

But those are the risks of being a male exotic dancer on an Arctic Mining Station asteroid during a Galactic Corporate War. Buzz and Saw launched themselves at the end of the bar.

A group of scantily clad women seethed up to them and stuffed wads of galactic-ones into their g-strings. They responded by writhing their bodies in an erotic dance and made them

tangle their g-strings which were actually superstrings, This tore the fabric of their skanty spacetime garments exposing several blackholes which merged into a purile singularity.

The singularity did something no one expected, probably because no one had ever seen a singularity before, it started sucking in the flesh of space time, under space time's nice sh

-iny finish. When the singularity had had its fill of space time flesh, it plopped down into a wing chair and undid the top button of its pants. Presently it fell asleep and dreamt

about rainbows.

The lights turned on in the lecture hall and I woke from my nap. Dumbledore pointed staff at me. "You there! What did I say regarding rainbows?" In a moment, I became a frog.