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Originally Posted by poohbear_nc
Let go of the warm air now and nobody gets hurt!
Don't make me call up the heffalumps & woozles!  |
[Marc crests Noosa's headland, appropriately called Hell's Gates. He's dressed in full crimson, gold and billowing black satin regalia and armour afforded to he who is High Gibbonate. On his back, over his shoulders, screaming and wailing and baring foot-long incisors, the invisible and inadvertently violent gibbon known as Adrian waves his bone-rending arms and skull-crushing fists in the air like he just don't care whose bag of meat comes within his perimeter. Behind, lined to the horizon of the earth and the event horizon of this continuum, are the minions that make up the universe's dark matter, the Pirate Ninja Squirrels, emanating a dull but genital-shaking roar of restrained threat, armed to nut-biting teeth with weaponry powered by and projecting all the dark matter of the universe. The High Gibbonate inhales, the multiverse contorts into necessary surreality to enable his lungs to take in the entire climate of this tiny Earth for a full half-spin around its yellow nuclear ember of a sun, and the stars come out and ears bleed and the void between falls leaden on everyone's souls, and with the sound of a galaxy slowly exploding the High Gibbonate declares...]
You can have it when we're good and ready. Give it about 6 months... 7, tops.
[And surreality drains back to normality, and the High Gibbonate decides that it'd be a nice, warmish day to grab a towel and go for a swim at the beach, maybe read a book, watch the peoples and be a little bit bitchy and shallow]
I love summer.
Cheers,
Marc