Sunday 26 February 2023

UTTER NONSENSE

 Landing on the moon with friends, on a home made ship...

Three things happen at once:
• A klaxon briefly sounds – AHOOGA, AHOOGA, AHOOGA!
• The constant RAT-A-TAT-TAT RAT-A-TAT-TAT RAT-A-TAT-TAT ends suddenly.
• A suave male British voice announces, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We have reached our destination and are about to land. The local time is…well, I have no idea and the temperature is…so damn hot that it can’t be measured accurately. I hope that you’ve enjoyed your trip and travel AirPratsat Charter Services again. As there are no stewards, you’ll have to disembark on your own. Thank you for traveling AirPratsat! Have a nice day!”

“What’s happening, F*ck?” asks Lilith with some trepidation.
“What the Captain said…we’re about to land here on the Moon!” grins F*ck with insouciance, “I DID it! I got us to the Moon!”
“But….who is the Captain?” asks Lilith.
“Oh that’s just something I downloaded from the internets, my lady…and I adjusted it just for us!” preens the D*ck.
“Do you know how to land this thing?” Ankara queries.
“I don’t need to,“ sparkles F*ck, “we’ll use the parachutes to land!”
Lilith says with concern obvious in her voice, “But, F*ck….
THUNK
THUNK
THUNK…..
CRASH….
THUNK….
……………tinkle….tinkle….
BOOM!
                      “…..there’s no air on the Moon to use parachutes!”

Silence.
…………….PING!

“We’re here! I did it! I’m the first F*ck on the Moon!” F*ck jumps up and down with joy.
“I don’t know about that,” Morningstar muses, “Look over there.”
Everyone dashes eagerly to the window and looks out.
And stares agog.

The K’s start handing out fresh tinnies.
Everybody gulps them down.
“Oghod, oghod, oghod, “ says Lilith.
“Well, I never expected to see THAT, “ exclaims the Wraith.
“I need to pee,” whispers Ankara and makes a run for the loo.

Morningstar catches Lilith's eye and smiles with deep satisfaction.

Lilith covers her empty socket with one hand, while holding out the other hand to the Dark Lord,  "Could I have my eye back now, please...." 



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