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Up. Down. Up. Down. The twisted game of

  • Up. Down. Up. Down. The twisted game of gravity. The cruel litany of man after man at the gallows. Up. Down.
  • Then Coach Brockbuller screamed, "Goddamn it Zigowitz! I said UP DOWN!" That's it, take a lap!" Zigowitz hated the coach, he always made him do stuff.
  • What was it with this coach, expecting one armed Ziggy to do a perfect pull-up? Of course he was going to swing somewhat like a monkey, but that's no reason to be a
  • jackass about one-armed Ziggy's monkey swinging. May as well call four-legged Pete an octopus, or Cindy, who has no arms or legs, a sack of flour. While you're at it
  • call Oscar a trashy sock puppet, or Barney a foam rubber shoe, or Spock a pointy eared pokemon. But you won't get around the fact that Ziggy was a leper Messiah. He & Jherek Manate
  • e enjoyed their time puttering around the vacant ruins of Old Mars on Jherek's canal barge. They talked of loves lost and forgotten, then Ziggy suggested they find a beer garden. E
  • lgar was agreeable and they found a cosy place in the pit of a crater, where they ordered bitters from a Jherekan wench in native costume which emphasised her prominent facial disk
  • . Actually quite attractive, they decided as the Jherekan wench sauntered away to fill their order. Sitting there in the crater cafe, they laid out additional plans to expand the
  • ir minds exponentially by drinking Jherekan fermented freak juice until they ran out of J-quetzals - logical thinking with a 2000% inflation rate. They were dumped on the Plateau
  • with the rest of the experiments, their corpses cursed to rot in an unmarked grave. The End.

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