Musashi Sez:
The problim wift
yoozin tecknologee to find Captin Nemo is that it tayk so long. Shur, yu say, I
gots a fansee spaceship an som verree attraktiv crew memberz (Mr. Tygr is
blushin). Don’t that mean that yu kin has them turn some dialz an then speak
some kinda incomprensobbul dialog that meens, in short, “Gotcha!”?
Well, no, not so
mutch. Theez things takys tim an every thin has to be recalibrated all the tim,
cuz artifishul grabity is a trickier thin than it look on TV shoz about the 23rd
centree. So we akshul does a lot of sittin around waytin. An this is not gud.
Cuz, yu see,
when we are sittin around, it not onlee the crew sittin around in the ship. It
is also the ship sittin in one place scannin. An that mean that our pilot got
tim on her hands. An so she desiderayted to brush me. Huh.
She sed she gottid this idea about brushin enugf fur outta me to mayk a new kittee, lik Mini-Musashi, whu wud be lik a littul brothr I cud boss around and also he cud be part of the crew. But whut I need a littul brothr fer when I gots Mom?
So I sez, “Captin
Kirk didn’t hav nobody brushin his hair fer him!”
An she sez, “He
didn’t need to. He oiled it down.”
And she sez, “Corse
not, silly. He was bald.”
So I sez, “Wull,
Captin Janeway—”
An she sounded
seerius, so I ran an hid unner the chair, wher she don’t fit, an I mayded a
video an put it on YouTube, lookin fer a guru.
Halp me,
Obi-Wearin Kernobi, yu ar mai onliest hope!!!
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