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Pling the Bongu scoured the screen ahead of him for wusperian gruxukrs coming across the borders from Fraarrg. Fraarrg was under occupation by the uxarian bleurghs, eager to avenge themselves on Fraarrgeners for the loss of their sacred jixxnar.
A seventy yea war ensued, resulting in the loss of a scrillion sacred jixxnar factories, spread out through seventy galaxies, from Brokelflokk to Himhimhimahiim. The space-emperor Ardvart the seventieth commanded the final Jixxian fleet to destroy the
jerks whom they trusted far too long. Now they must die. It was pure folly of the Jixxians to derive their entire legal philosophy from a society with such a hunger for violence, those panambulating Thneeds. Terminating
at Luton Airport. (Pan Am-bulating being a new word formed from: crashing aircraft and perambulation.) Realising I was now in an episode of Lost
in which it turns out the entire thing is just the wild imagination of a duck swimming in a Northhampton zoos' new open fishing reserve.
In future, zoos will be your source for choice meats. Down with shops! Aquariums will be open for brisk commerce as commodity fisheries. When people tire of tourism, they eat. Hey, did you ever notice that zoos is pronounced 'zooz'? It is.
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