"Time is way out of joint," said The Doctor

"Time is way out of joint," said The Doctor to Romadric as they examined the graffiti on Dustula V. "This shouldn't be here." But it was: BAD MANATEE tagged on the transmat dock.

As they followed the secrets of a secret book that few knew about Romadric could not help himself but to perceive those words to be a clue of some sort. But from whom? And why?

The secrets were written in a secret code. A fibonacci progression of sexy and moonshine primes formed the cypher. Romandric could factor primes visually.The books biggest secret

was that its biggest secrets were written in the doodles in the margin. Romandric factored sexy & moonshine primes to no avail until he was blue in the face. He threw the book agai

nst his friend's stupid grin, smacking it off of his gob. "Yeah, I'd like to see you try to decipher this sh*t!" He said, his rage getting the better of him. Suddenly, the book

Greeted him with the light of God, just when the election was stolen. Shark Lady bragged about having illegals vote, along with dead people. She was visited by Dr. Srventee who was

a Sinotoroid Svengali who sought out women of power throughout the Multiverses and seduced them. Shark Lady had crossed his desk and he hadn't mated with a primate in aeons. Her hu

-merus was a little long for his liking though so he swiped left on his desktop knocking over a cup of pencils and paper clips in the process. Next up was a satyr whose interests

were wholly unsuitable for a thesis. "Wholly, wholly, wholly," sang the professor as he failed the poor beast, "lord God almighty!" God laughed his holy ass off in the other room.