The empath read his thoughts and wept quietly.
He pulled out his Ferbie. The aliens ran.
He pulled out his nuclear warhead. They smiled.
He pulled out his Bazooka. The aliens laughed.
He pulled out his Beretta. The aliens laughed.
The cowboy bowed to the alien, “Howdy, Pard’ner.”
The robot killed its master and wept bitterly.
It made the Kessel run in 120 parsecs.
He brokered a trade: spam for intergalactic travel.
“Braaains,” he said though he couldn’t remember why.
The dog happily returned with … Read More