Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Finzandel

Dehescens Berenquin? Never heard of her. Palaya Arubthnoque? Never heard of her either. Mehealmba Quirrefsque? Never heard of her either. Who are these people? What did you do to my cheese? Stop that at once, Senator, my economies are on fire and it's a minute or two til Tuesday. I tsink you a very drunk, Maargaret. Have you eaten the cheese, Maargaret? What's this? A bottle of Melchior from 2328? That's a negative three hundred and fourteen vintage. Aged backwards in time? Are the Time-Controllers selling Reverse Temporal Cabinets to just any down and out civilization? Isn't that illegal or something? Did you bribe some vast arcology spanning hyperintelligence for that RTC? And how does it taste, anyway? You got drunk at a party, Maargaret, wait, you got me drunk at a party, Maargaret. On reverse time aged Zinfandel? Dooo you know what that does to people, Maargaret. I can see the histories of all the quarks in your eyeballs stretching back to the nucleosynthesis of each of them, except the hydrogens, of course, the ones from the primordial nucleosynthesis which didn't manage to Heliumize. And there's an occasional atom of lithium here and there, my dear Gourd, Maargaret, this is some crazy Zinfandel.

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