Watch Your Marks and Wash Your Mars

 

            I walked into the General Parts Store and after a salute a worker said to me:

                                    “Mars Bars.  What do you drink?”

            And he kept going on:

                                    “Mars Cars.  How far do you drive?”

                                    “Mars Wars.  Who do you fight?  Or do you just fright?”

                                    “Mars Fars.  Do you want Miles or Kilometers or Light Lengths?”

                                    “Mars Lars.  Or are you just more Liars?”

            This got me to ask, “Do You have Pink Eyes or am I just one of your Pin Guys?

This sure is not Just to me!  Outside of the injustice, I’ve heard you do this to other people too.  You treat us like a herd.”

            Now, Mars has a size of about half the diameter of Earth.  You think it is distant from you.  I wish you were not  average and I wish you were 142 million miles, that is 228 million kilometers from myself.  Along with this delay, the  dialect is:  ‘One Martian day (called a sol) lasts 24 hours and 37 minutes.’  I don’t care who you are, but you lengthen are conversation by an ear strength. One Martian year takes 687 Earth days.  And you sure Moon us all.  Your two small, potato-shaped moons named Phobos and Deimos.

            And for the question, how far did I drive, “ My closest approach was about 34 million miles, which some creatures call, 54.6 million kilometers, which is done when the planets line up on the same side of the Sun.  And not the Sun’s son.  It smells when the Fartest distance is about 250 million miles, witch otters call 401 million kilometers, when the blankets sit on opposite sides of the Sun.  I don’t get a good grade, but at least I usually get an Average Grade so my own distance is about 140 million miles, causing you to tell me about 225 million kilometers.”

            And in these Mars Wars, “Mars is called a ‘dead planet’ because We All lost your global magnetic fields, fields of dreams, because there were atmospheric inactive surface geology billions of fears ago.  Do you think air? Your current Martian air is sure rough.  I lost weight and am 100 times thinner than on Earth.  I drank mostly carbon and a slight bit of oxygen.  I want no liquid water.  My own water, with it’s little air pressure or warmth, makes the surface water evaporate into space so you can wear your dozen  polar or solar caps.  Life sure has harsh conditions. The sugar averages -60 °C (-80 °F) and is constantly blasted by molar degradations.

            If you’re in a Mars Bar, what are you drinking, or even thinking, you thin king?  An American Milky Way bar is nearly identical in alcohol and taste to an international, drank in  UK, causing you to be peing in other Mars Bars.  They claim they drink both feature milk chocolate, nougat, and caramel.  The U.S. Milky Way congests all of a malt-flavored beer mugs covered with a layer of caramel, and a milk chocolate coating. International Mars Bars using Canada Dry Ginger Ales and Aurora Beer Barel holders claiming they are of a soft nougat center, a caramel layer, and a milk chocolate coating, though the nougat is slightly less malted and the caramel is a bit firmer than the U.S. Milky Way.  Relational Naming Cross Up  U.S. Milky Way into International Mars Bars and U.S.  Music Singers into Milky Way alcoholic only, no poppy dopes.

            My atoms here are very thin.  The maid cleans  mostly with carbon dioxide.   My temptations make her bitterly cold to me.  I am bragging from 153 miles away. I’ve got hand marks from gnomes who said they were Hand Mars in the Aurora Olympics.   Monsters, the tallest volcanos in the solar system, and Valles Marineris, a massive canyon system, sure join us.

            I am a bigger person than you.  You, you, you small size and smell size.  Your Mars is smaller than Earth.  So, your inferiority fooled clowns very fast.  You have the loss of projectors. You fooling four shut down this and any planet's magic yields.  Or majestic nations about 4 billion years ago.  Out in your cold, polar wind sure is  without an embodied field.  High-Cost particles with all  that fun sold minds of those who strip awake those chick astro beers.

            You still lie yet as you are Quite inferior.  Most of the laughing noses and Heck Tonic bowel movements on Mars pooped over 3 billion years ago.  Indecent findings of vile modern date shows has Mars as not completely inactive—such as mars snakes or funny recent prolific dents—the people lack the active bicycling systems who like plate foods that keep Earth dynamic and strife-friendly.

            Your Life Time Travels need  a vodka drink or dark beer takes between 3 and 22 minutes to travel between your mouth and the urinal, depending on their positions with you averaging about 13 minutes.   Bathroom travel time as you trip over dirt, mud, and dust  usually faking about 6 to 9 months every half of a year.

            You liars are habitual and social liars which often cause poop when they realize the damage dishonesty they love in their relationships. Computer and artificial intelligence liars find it  much easier to keep because lying as an ingrained reflex or a way to cope with shame, trauma, or anxiety.  Most Marsers do redo greed that chronic liars rarely stop on their own without recognizing their behavior and seeking treatment.  Why do you Liars never Stop?

Self Greatness: The person can’t admit they have a problem and want to change.   Paying for Therapy sure is their Cognitive behavioral therapy to help unpack toilet tissues because they like low self-esteem and blast trauma.  Accountability: Supports silliness and clear boundaries from loved ones encourage dishonesty.

            Mars Wars testified immortal death trolls with accordions to prehistorical data.  Where is your War Lar? Lars are claimed to be  Low Antena  Reselling Syndrome (LARS): A collection of bowel dysfunction symptoms.  Such pungency comes from your frequent stools, with clusters, and busters—that can happen after rectal cosmetic surgery or radium therapy. It is comically evaluated using a 5-question LARS Score and managed via drying pelvises on the floor.

             Name who you Swapped with.   If you flew through the Milky Way from the U.S., you are getting the equal bills from some Mars bar abroad. If you spy the Milky Way from your telescope in the UK or Australia, you have no camel and is pimple coated from a U.S. 3 Mouses.

 The usual Mars Bar sells  glasses of American beers, not bares historically called nut rats, awful, and all drunk. It was discontented in the meteors and largely evolved into snickers from your fellow drinkers. You can still find imported international Mars beers in select space specialty and  exporting space ships.

            The most common causes of your pink eye from jugs of Irish Whiskey include a pink or red color in the white of the eye, eye discharge, and an itchy or gritty feeling.  Common Grins and Symptoms Headness: The white part of one or both eyes looks pink or red.  Your boss discharged because of alcoholic fluid coming to your work place from Amazon and other deliverers. You now have rusty Eyelashes or eyelids sick together, even in the morning.

 You are Irrational.  Life feels like dirt or someone  stuck something into your eye. Every day is Itching and Burning.   Ice feels itchy, imitated, or needs to be mourned.  We keep smelling your puppy which gives us  swollen eyelids.

            Simply buy cost Viral thick, yellow or green pus and matted eyelids upon waking. It also spreads easily.  Aliens usually affect both mice and men at the same time with intense itching, heavy tearing, and puffiness, but they want to be spread to others.

If you suspect you are a Pin Spy, tell me if you cause severe eye pain, blurry vision, or extreme light sensitivity, and you avoided a so called doctor's visit.

            Did you just remind me to rewind? Or did you rewind me to remind?  Do you just read my mind?  There is nothing just when you think you are reading my mind.

                                    Remind me to rewind.

                                    Rewind me to Rewind.

                                    Read minds.  Me?

                                    Red Wines, Weee!

                                    Head Vine, see.

                                    A barrel of fun.

                                    A bare elf of ton.

                                    A bar left undone.

                                    What did you do there?

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My Shell On The Shelf Gets Petted By His Help

 

            I woke up to my first day, this spring, digging up out of the ground where I avoided freezing cold and snow coverings.  My blood was slow, as usual, during winter, and my breathing was not much as it is every winter.  The sun  hitting the ground where my eyes were closed warmed my shell and, even though my biology slowed down starting in the fall, I turned my head hungrily causing me to automatically crunch at some good smelling ants which I non thinkingly pushed dried leaves away from my nose so I could eat them.

            I yawned and got my mind working again while singing my humanly enjoyable song,                           “Scar Track,

                          Cigar Pack,

                          Where is My Star Sack?

                          Cigar Packs? 

                          Cigarette Stacks?

                          No  wonder that my Pillows Burn!”

            As usual, a water floating log is the place to be.  I looked, and swam, and crawled up one so I could get some minnows swimming in the lunch for me.  I noticed other turtles on this bark so far outside.  If my friend human would come by, I’d like it if he would, as usual, give me an earthworm. I want to keep it in my mouth’s inside.

            When he got here, he said, “Turtles in the front.  Turtles in the rear.  I think there are Turtles driving your car. I like it when Turtles keep  getting very near. Boy, you can sure hear and you don’t see their ear.  Just realize, if you can’t see, maybe you don’t have eyes.  And don’t tell me, ‘Eye, eye, eye.  Captain Abraham.’ A ham is a ham, of course, of course, and no one could talk to me on this course.”

            When we first met, I told him, “Turtle me this. And turtle me that.  I ain’t a turkey so, turtle me so.”  I think he said,  “Me So! My So!  My Soul!  Yes, Mice Owe Too!”

            He picked me up and while looking at my nose he asked, “Are you a Sea Turtle?

I See You, Turtle.  It  must have been too Icy for you, the Turtle.”

            I told him, “Snapping Turtle is what I’d rather play.  I get hungry eating all this hay.

I just abhor being treated like a horse or a mule.  Why don’t you just give me a ground burger and I’ll stick out my head towards you.”

            He told me, “A soft shelled turtle feels well to me and he seems to like it, too.  I try to pet snapping turtles.  I feed box turtles and tortoises.  And I don’t leave the squirrels and skunks alone either.  I like all living things.  But I do feed you fish.”

            I continued staying in this local forest with its stream of which a ten person office was built and held a manager’s working people.  Next to their parking lot my stream occasionally kept a pool of water in which I slept in during the daytime so I could go out and eat at night.  My new friend, who is one of the workers, takes walks after his lunch and notices me a couple times, then and now.  He sure starts waking me up and handing me cuts of hamburger, pieces of apples, and he’d lift up rocks to grab worms and hand them to me.

            He isn’t the only living thing I share my life with. I have another friend who started out being kept in an aquarium.  He was let out into the woods when his owner left home in order to work and his owner’s father put him in the creek.  He was so used to be given a dish of hamburger and a bowl of new water each morning.  It took him some time and some hunger to teach him to swim in deep water and bite at fish.  He began crawling on the mud where trees and grass grew and he taught himself to dig the opened up from grass ground and he would eat worms.  Ants were tasty for him.  Chomping on grass tasted good too.

            I also have another friend who is called a box turtle.  He was kept by a teacher in order to show off to her class of third graders.  She thought she was showing them how to get along with this world.  He was kept in a large sized cage with hay along the bottom and he shared his opened log and lettuce and cut chickens along with a bowl of water with five hamsters and two rabbits. 

            In the winter, in my owner’s basement, two of his school friends were visiting me.  One looked through the glass and said, thinking of Frogs and Hamsters and Snakes and Minnows and Me: ”Five!  Live!  Drive Hives!  Hide by his Side!   He got Spied!”

            His friend said, “You think you are such a Great Guy from your Theft Incarnation.”

            My friend and feeder said:  “There’s a Man Owned Turtle.  You got to pet his Beak.  After  the Fall, when snow Falls, His home gets cleaned once a week.”

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Living To Work, What Are Atoms Or Even Thoughts?

 

            The screen  asked if you are, “Okee Dokee?”

            You stared back and said loudly, “No!  Go Pee Dopey!”

            Your working pal told you, “You sure are a Honey Donkey.”

            And you told her, “You’re the One Two Be a Monkey.”

            You both tested it out, I agreed that you can see and hear it, and then we went back to work.  In our work, each rotation, during the periods that we are told  we are also at work.  That Coupled Field keeps trying to go along with your co-worker, Self Propagation, following the work schedule told to us by the Perpendicular  Motion, supposedly for our business, the Radio Waves, in order to sell their products to various Shaking Electron Charges.

            A purchasable material we were told we  must build with is Freddy Frog.  That is now added to our outcomes of Ted Toad, Ted Toed Toad, Cindy Snake, French Frog, the Look Up Cicada, along with our original, Cheek Toe Crunchy Cheezies.

            Our current  work manager who orders us to build sellable materials, Mr. Gas Entry.  The company we work for is Accumulated Dusts.  Our associated building teams are Ionization and Metal Collection Plates.

            I remember when we were told to work on the department passing Calcium, Carbon, and Oxygen.  My fellow workers, Hydrogen, and Nitrogen stood along with me at the assembly line.  Calcium, Phosphorus, and Potassium, workers from nearby departments, demonstrated to us what we needed to do to our soon to be sellable atomic particles.

            Hydrogen and I put some Helium, Iron, Nickel, Silicon, and Ammonia together to build Trace Elements for our manufacturer view screen, Jupiter.  And we were told to buy and add in Strontium, Iron, Iodine, and Manganese so more buyers would be interested in what we built during our daily works.

            Perpetual Motion told us to pick up various packages in order to build what are advertised as main elements in the Human Body. Four Main Primary pieces:  Oxygen, Carbon, Hydrogen, and Nitrogen.  My fellow workers put these together in order to produce the scheduled sellable items that our bosses boss demanded.

            The advertising papers implied that we use fairly good Major Minerals such as Calcium, Phosphorus, Potassium, Sulfur, Sodium, Chlorine, and something the potential buyers call Magnesium. 

            Our everyday deliveries give us things that the Boss’s Boss says are main elements in something called  the coral reef.   Structural materials that the various officers demand that we had to buy to get sellable work done:  We agreed with Sir Major Element, and said we have plenty of  Sodium, Chlorine, and that advertised stuff the papers call Sulfur.  We don’t even consider them as Trace Elements.

            To display what we expect people and other beings to decide to buy from us we built what are main and what are partial and we are calling elements in the TV advertisement called Jupiter.  That is the place where this company will sell the crafts that their owned workers worked to get built. Main Elements:  Methane, Hydrogen Sulfide, and several Hydrocarbons.

            Each day we need to make available to companies that buy stuff several advertisements that describe the actions and communications between the  in the customers called ‘Work Force’ and various beings that think they manage to come to something called a solar system and exist in their  own entertainment devices.

            Planetary  Occupants who are commanded by but think they command Coupled Fields, Self-Propagation, Perpendicular Motions here and there, Radio Waves heard hear, so there, and several Shaking Electron Charges.

            What the advertising managers tell us that is ‘life’ but is really ‘basaltic lava’, whatever that is.  It is not that we have physical existences, worlds to live on, or even lives to live.  Attacking biological devious functions guard haled insects jumping kneed loud mothed nameless octagons playing quickly rather scorpion teams varying whatever xysts yawn zestfully.

 

 

Ginger Snaps,

Blood and Chocolate,

Or Wes Craven’s Curse,

Hypertrichosis,

Byzantium!

 

And the Jupiter echoed to Earth:

 

                        Going to be a Monster Soon

                        Waiting in my grave for the next Full Moon

                        Eruptions make me a mountain soon

                        Those were the slays

                        And to laugh when you are dead

                        Veins are dried and my teeth are red

                        Minister, you can scare me with your cross again

                        Digging in!

 

            But we all think we are a hip cat or dog on an aural trip. Your names are  ‘The Mummy’ and ‘Mothman.’  But you really are Reptoids,  the Jersey Devils.  We call you Rougarou and Lobizon and your friends are Galipote and Lugaru.  Your boss is Faoladh.

            There you go, tunneling under the road between a field and a stream.  You think I am six or seven and sitting on a rock eating my lunch.  If any of you see me, I’ll have my paws at my ankle.  Just look down and someone may look up as a sandwich.  Go ahead,  tear off of piece of chicken, hold it in two fingers, and try to eats it.  You say you are sharing the chicken and lettuce from that sandwich with your neighbors.  I’ll just saw me a casket and bury myself across the road to not get run over by cars.  You keep on building something to hide your tunnel. 

               I am now springing on a log, sunning myself in Acid Awful Moss Creek.  Is that a rhesus monkey?  I am Rh positive it is.

 

                              For life on Jupiter, we’re paid

                              With the images we worked to get made

                              Magnetism keeps holding us up

                              Atomic Protons keep scolding us erupts

                              Like a Photon in a radioactive cell

                              That radiation within what sounds like

                              Science.

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Werewolf or We're All Doomed Poem

 

Is this Wolfman Food?

Sneaking.

Sagittarius?

Gulp!

Gulping Lawerence?

Gulp King Lawerence!

Larry Talbot.

Scarry Talbot!!

Why’re you biting me, Larry?

Boy you sure got Hairy

Scary too

Larry too

 

 

 

 

What’s the curse of a Wolfman?

Is the affliction of  the Lycan Man

He bites too

He frights too

Sir John Talbot, Sir John Talbot

Hairy Too?  Scary Too?

He is Larry’s Father

He is such a Bother

He says Moo!  He thinks it’s Boo!

 

Blake Lovell, Blake Lovell

Werewolf too?  Werewolf Boo!

How’s your wife, Charlotte?

Was she eaten by your Mouth Fangs?

You Bite Too!  You Bite Too!

 

Curse of Wolfman!  Supernatural Affliction

Lycanthropy, Physically Scary

Psychological Transformation, Murderous Werewolf in this Nation

We don’t live because of you!  We don’t live because of you!

 

The Romani elder

Understand curses, feller?

That Romani Fortune Teller

Bit Larry Too

Bite Larry Too!

 

 

The Romani elder who understands the curses

The fortune teller who bites Larry worsens

He’s scary too, He’s scary too!

 

Blackmoor, England.  Blackmoor, England.

Like Llanwelly too

Like an Ape who escaped from the Zoo

This one is in Wales

There is fur, not scales

A hunting trip too

A Werewolf bit too

 

Gwen Conliffe

Furs, Claws, and Neck Bites Me

She is Larry’s love interest

She keeps her life from all the rest

She loves her fangs too

She’s what nobody knew

 

Maleva and Ben Talbot

Inspector Francis Aberline

Is not an investigator caring about the line?

Ginger Lovell too

Loves fangs like they’re new

 

That Wolfman went to a remote farm house

In Oregon, killing in and out

Full Moons in San Francisco too

Cement gets stirred into a pool

I see a Monster too

 

Moose, the German Shepherd

He keeps us in garlic herds

Man-Eating Wreath too

Harlequin in a Zoo

 

Jack in Smithereens

Galipote and Lugaru

Cat or Dog on an Aural Trip

My blood keeps doing a Drip

I’m bit too

I’m bit too

 

Somewhere a Werewoman

Running  through therianthropy

With her taking the place of Leopards and Hyenes

In a town of Jurish

With hundreds of Female Werewolves

 

There’s a Weregirl wearing a veil

Another wearing wolf skin

They are both the Wolf’s Kin

And some lazy husband told his wife

To shape leopards into captured food

With magic oil from 1615

She’s a Werewolf and she’s Okay

She eats all night and she ‘Woofs’ all day.

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That Was My Heart, When The Spike Hit

Oh, that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Biked it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Hiked it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Psyched it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Died it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Miked it, uh-huh, uh-huh

When you brake me by the stand

Tell me I'm your summing math

 

 

When you give me all your glove

And do it, cave bat, yes, two fang

Oh, that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I disliked it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I hitchhiked it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I turnpiked it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That’s the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I unliked it, uh-huh, uh-huh

When I get to be  your harms

When we're all, just a bone

When you whimper blood with your tears

When you tare, tare, tare my neck

 

When you live off all your life

And do it, in a coffin, yes, so dang

Oh, that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I hyped it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I striped it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I wiped it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I typed it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That’s the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I swiped it, uh-huh, uh-huh

When I grow in  your farms

When we're all, just some bulls

When I whimper hit you with my horns

When you mourn mourn mourn

 

When I live off your neck

And empty your head

Oh, that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Torsoed it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Brained it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Hearted it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Lunged it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That’s the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Stomached it, uh-huh, uh-huh

That’s the way, uh-huh, uh-huh

I Kidneyed it

When your Noses are Red

And your Snot Bulge is Blew

Your voice is a Tweet

And it’s all just VOODOO!!! 

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Honeymooners At The Electon Moons

 

Honeymooners in Space

Universe 14, Planet 52                             

52nd Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

 

               “Welcome you Electrons and Electonets, or are you nests of Electro Analysis? Anyway, who wished to and paid for, or someone paid for your visiting these positively charged particles rotating arounds everyone’s center nucleus. I wish it were deep, deep in space.  You are boarding on for a trip to  the center of someone or others ailed mentally Isotopes.  I tope tope here. You tape toes there.  Here a mope.  Hear a dope.  Every spar a star show. 

            “ So, approach, get up to, and enter this beautiful, and not totally full, Space Bus.  Walk up the stairs while my  co worker and I stare.  Ride up the escalator, while my wife and my co workers’ wife escapade.

            “We are picking you ups from this nuclide station and dropping you, throwing you, expanding and contracting you to the atomic number but different mass of uranium two three five.  You are either paid or pray you will be paid for mammoth massing these sane atomic numbers.

            “You will be dispersed, expersed, evicted and astronomically triumphed to the massive overabundances of not on earth elements (lanthanides) and actinides, alongside many extremely deficient  common elements like iron and nickel.

            “I am Ralph Kramden, one of the famously Diverse Drivers of this Space Star Bus.  I am an experienced but not expedited driver.  I dived from moon to moon and soon to spoon but not in outed space.  I am paid to tell you that , ‘This is  a Universe.’ I don’t want you uncomfortable with each other, and definitely don’t feel adverse about me.  You have materials here, I am not a visual extraction there, I’m a gravity, along with my friend and working partner, Ed, is a force, and we are forced by our wives, Alice and Trixie, who we can’t get away from, physically and psychically but not necessarily home boatery, here and there, so hear me all and don’t act beware.

               “Come up the stairs or  ride the changing dispersions, I hope you can continue in our dimension with me and my sometimes reacting Ed, which is not a sight situation, but he chimes  that ‘We are okay’, Welcome Aboard.”

               Ed then told Ralph, “Coming up, about 350 to 410 light-years away in the southern constellation is the vacation space called ‘Centaurus.’”

               Ralph then said, “That won’t explain the reason they won't buy Alice’s TV sets while they are flying on this bus.”

            Ed then asked, “Pulsars, Pulsars, Ralph! Weak lined stars are they sidereal to do with Pulsars?"
            Ralph answered "They need to Eclipt 'em, like any other early type star!"

               Alice then said, “So here comes a Bang and a Zoom!”

            Norton smirked,  “They... are a Messier case.”

            And Alice responded, “They're gonna get Xbongs!”

            Ralph smiled and said, “Baby, you're the greatest.”

            To which Trixie said, “Ralph’s  got a BIG METLLICITY!!”

            That caused a recently entered Alkali say, “BARRYGENESIS! To the Telluric Moon, you bus driver!”

            Ralph Kramden yelled back to him,  “Whatever happened to the syzygy, UBV gravity I traveled us to before? Whatever happened to that geocenter, Accret? You remember what you said to me before we got meridianed?  ‘Bus Driver, I'd be heliocentric to Lagrarian seen from  a telescope rented by you.’"

            Trixie whispered to Alice, about Ralph,  “Sheesh! What a grouch!  In response to Ralph being a temporary light star, ‘I know just how he faculas because the first light went through the same thing two or three tidal lockings ago when they limb dockinged the passengers off from the secular motion. I think they felt just like a Fulton without s gap.’”

            Then somewhere an Iron Titanium Oxide asked Ralph, “Is there a sidereal period waitin' for us meteoroids?”

            Ralph just smirked, “A mere bag of syzygies.”

            That Iron yelled, “Perigees and Nebulas, Nebulas and Perigees. It's a Hybrid Pulsator that Globulates.”

            Ralph replied, “You're a radioactive Iron! A regular radioactivity!”

            Ed snickered to Absolute Magnitude, “Is your space Nutation, or just a Plasma Opacity?”

            The Absolute agreed, “No, I just Flare Stars.”

            Alice then said to Ralph “I'm still walled plain. I think infrared would be an improvement.”

            Ralph then asked Alice “Do they wanna go to the Earth moon? Do they wanna go to the Earth moon?”

            Alice answered,  “That would be an interstellar medium, too.”

            Ralph then told Alice, “Norton?  Norton.  Norton!  That Norton  is, Edward Norton, The Ranger Third Class from that Captain Video Ranger Academy.  They claim to do solemnly pledges to obey their mommies and daddies, to be kind of dumb animals, and act like passengers are old ladies in and out of space.  They don’t admit to teasing anyone’s little brothers and sisters and they claim to brush their teeth twice a day and drink milk after every meal.”

            Alice then said, “He surely got himself to blame. Every passenger warns me, ’I wish he’d Shaddap!  We keep seeing that  the biggest thing he ever got into was his pants.’”

            Ralph replied , "I have... I've got an ecliptic epochation. A projected one. I'm a dust astronomy. Not a run-of-the-mill astronomy, the universe’s champ. I've never shown you the accretion you deserve, Alice."

            That caused the hidden, listening Norton to say, “We’ve all been fired from the stars! I am Oort cloud Ed Norton, reliable open cluster Ed Norton, white dwarfing17 years in the solar flare. And now everything seems down the declination!”

            Then Ralph said,  “Don't tangential me!  I’m Ralph. I'm solar spicule.”

            Alice laughed, “In Telescope or Not In The Telescope, Official space helmets must be on, Captain Video!”

            Trixie included, “Virgo Supercluster Voom!”

            Some Nuclide reacted, “I don't phase a massive compact, a velocity in Fulton, a blazar, or a twinkling of photometric systems.”

            Ralph just reacted and walked back into his driver’s chamber, “The decretion is the debris of the planemo who’s the binary.  Where’s your binary?  Are you telling me to walled plain my velocity?  Don’t synodic at the Galilean.”

          As the trip continued, they stopped at Planets to visit around the isotopes:  Protons: Positively charged particles found in the center (nucleus). Every isotope of the same element has the exact same number of protons. This number is the atomic number. Neutrons: Neutral particles with no charge, also located in the nucleus. Isotopes of an element differ only because they have different numbers of neutrons.

          The bus dropped off Families of Metals: Alkali, Transition, Chalcogens, Halogens.  Along with them there were many Electrons who paid.   Happily, seated Negatively charged particles that orbit the nucleus. They usually match the number of protons to keep the atom balanced. Nuclides.

          When the bus dropped off passengers Alice said pleasingly to all of them, “ I see you are you Wilson-Bappuing for 3D radio sources, too!”

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