Okay you little rags in the dirt. Listen

Okay you little rags in the dirt. Listen up because I won't repeat myself:

"What? Wait!" the red rag in the dirt cried, "I'm not ready. Anybody got paper and pencil?" The other little rags in the dirt complained, too. "None of us is ready for your spee

d drawing competition. The other little rags in the dirt decided they'd had enough of the red rag's shit and left it all alone.

Which was fine with the red rag. Now it did not have to worry that anybody would take his shit. It did start to worry that with nobody around what was it going to do with all that

Mass of particles, classified in category 7453 by the late Dr. Grimm at the University of Epswich. That university was a centre of scientific discoveries by Martian students.

That university does not work on small, puny projects, like transportation fields or quantum leap-generator-rays. Instead, the University of Mars focuses primarily on

spectacular inventions like bow-less soup, or the famous flip-flop boot that also has rockets attached. Because of this, the university of Mars attracts all sort of intelligent

businessmen, who lurk just outside the university grounds and pounce on unsuspecting Engineering students as they leave. "I'd like to invest in your invention!" they cried, waving

wads of yen in the engineering students' faces. But few of the students knew Japanese and didn't understand. they thought they were being propositioned for other reasons. The dean

sighed heavily, took the yen and absconded to open a sushi restaurant with the enticing gimmick that it would be built on a bridge. A miracle of modern engineering and investment.