Friday, February 12, 2010

A Glimpse As Though Through A Keyhole

The odor of a dying sea emanates from Doh G'bone as he sulks in his captains chair. In the distance, his science officer raises her arm in a jaunty wave. G'bone waves back, then looks over his shoulder to see she was waving at someone behind him. He tries to act like he is smoothing his hair but he has no hair.

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