“MAJOR 您好 HAS LEFT ATMOSPHERE 5 AND

“MAJOR 您好 HAS LEFT ATMOSPHERE 5 AND WE HAVE RECEIVED INFORMATION TO SUGGEST THAT HE HAS WARP FACTOR 9’D TO THE LOWLY PLANET EARTH!!”

"Not again. Can't he leave well enough alone?" sighed his wife, who was getting sick of Major 您好 gallavanting around the galaxy with his galactic floozies. "Call my lawyer!" She

demanded. "We need to fix this business, before anyone hears about it!". She was always worrying about what society thought of her and the Major.

Their relationship had always been strange to the citizens of Lochmeadow. Society had treated them unfairly, and their florist business was suffering because of it. To make it work

the husband would invent new ways to gain attention from passing townsfolk. For example, he would tattoo new flower types and bouquets on his wife's nude body and make her stand by

his stall, bringing the attention of tourists and perverts alike. This worked especially well in Paris, the city of love, so well that by the time the tatoos had worn off,

he still garnered a guaranteed audience to gape and drool at all the "main" attractions. Oh, yes. This was working very well indeed. He grinned a salacious smile and winked at all

The beautiful ladies, showing off their artistically dyed locks. The competitors did an excellent job with the top three at the hair dying section of the body art competition.

"Now, unleash upon the world and start the new beginning!" He bellowed, as the women undid their pins and let their dreadlocks turn into snakes which strangled the crowd

into submission as the bend began a rendition of "Don't Worry About a Thing". And being strangled, they found that indeed they no longer had to worry. The women smiled. Peace, mon.