Honeymooners in
Space
Universe 13,
Planet 41
41st Chapter of
the Stellar Bus
While laughing at Ed Norton and
coughing in his hand held microphone, Ralph forced a smile on his face while he
mechanized his own clearing the irritants of such mucus and colonial colon escapees so he
can begin greeting and grating the berated present day paid accumulants who
acted like they were boarding his radiation powered space bus.
“Hello and Solar Sphere to all of
you Ions with high-efficiency particulate air HEPA cosmicpolitians , I wish you were thinking you will be going
from here to there.
“I also would like to transport you
from your low densities of matter in outer space up odor to give you the means for some electromagnetically
radiated personal travel to your
vacational metallic odder scents of arc welding fumes.
“Arise and amass into our baryonic
matter benches, seats, and sleepable rooms.
Here and there, the light and flight of dacryon might freight a transport
for you across various millennial of time and distance.
“We can and calamity will force you
into Electrospuratic Waves which we keep sparkinating a malignosphere in stagmights
that you stink and think you are the kinks as I wink.
“1180 ferromagnetism rocks and magnetars around 20 times 10 to the 23rd kilometers
will be receiving you as quantum-relativistic cylinders thinner for your
arrival.
“I am a member of a group of Omnibus
Diverter operators who enjoys working for the United Field Hyperbolics fleet of
mass transportational devices. You can
call me, Ralph Kramden. No ignorance is
displayed by Edward Norton, our version of an engineer, or so he thinks, if you
can call that thinking, he does.
Included in your meeting list
there is Ed’s wife, Trixie, and mine, Alice, I alike.
“Welcome aboard.”
Ed then said to Ralph, “Maybe they
should have a strip to the moon. I keep
thinking of tripping over the moon.”
Riding up to their compartments
along the bus’s long and winding road were several people who were Spacists,
several filled with very thin gas. Primary Colonials composed of hydrogen and
helium. And occasional gaseous gals who
like carbon, oxygen, and nitrogen.
Trixie talked to a Nebulae, “I like
your giant clouds, those gases and dusts.
I often want to hug your hydrogen and helium; they belong in nurseries
for new stars.”
She smiled
and said, “Radio astronomers examined my dust clouds and centered my own galaxy in order to fountain
the evidence of the chemical ethyl formate.
Mine sure are responsible
for flavoring raspberries in different
celestial bows.”
Ralph then
whispered, “"She's right, Norton. She's right. There's nothing wrong with
giants like Jupiter and Saturn. Trixie
and Alice have their own atmospheres composed of various gases, including
hydrogen, helium… Sometimes they just want to stay neutron predominate. It's my
fault."
Ed then
sang out loud, or is that a Sang Out Lout:
Light Sabers
Life Savors
Life Sabers
Like Saving
Light Saviors
This caused
Trixie to ask, “Cannibal or cannon ball?
Is this your New World Order or did a Newt Twirled Occur?”
There were
massive clouds of alcohol, primarily methyl alcohol (methanol), walking up the
spacecraft aisle, introducing themselves to several well-known Sagittarius B2 clouds near
the Space Bus’s center.
A
well-dressed Gas, called Intergalactic Medium, flitted between the Space Gals
in the third row. He told them “Methane Gases,
such as me, are crucial for life as we know it.”
One Gal
told another “Some Gas sure considers himself a biosignature. In Outer Space, who needs Biology?”
Then three
lightest atoms in the periodic table claiming they are to be Accreted the
beginning orbiting disks of gas
formed the fusion with that passing by
Meteoric Quinone who is very conducive
to the expert experimental family called Chemiosmotic Energy who like to carry
crosses displaying lipid membranes.
Ralph
pointed this out to Alice, who told him, “ Well, if I was asked to describe
your geologic build, I'd say you have, uh, very well developed muscles, uh, a
good bone structure, very good bone structure, fine frame... and the whole
thing is covered with fat.”
Ralph just
growled, “Dimethyl sulfide on my planet is my life.”
That was
when Mr. Abiogenesis Natural proceeded by them with his own starlite arising
from fellow non-celestial matter. He
bragged that his pal, Sagittarius B2, spans over 150 light-years and is
estimated to contain enough alcohol to fill 400 trillion trillion pints of
beer.
Upon
hearing that, Ed snickered, “"I'm gonna learn all the expressions, too,
like ‘Mi-crobe-flee-odd-do’, ‘12 Victor Hess balloon experiments’, and ‘High
Particle Radar, alligator, later as I'm eating a potato’, all that stuff, I'm
gonna solar burn."
And
suddenly, the next group of passengers were called, ‘Somewhat Farts.’ The prism that displayed that said, “These
people are radarley domed.”
Trixie replied, “That is radarley
domed to you but it is smelly doomed to me.”
That parsec then said, “You may
think we are smell doom, but you are odor drones.”
Trixie then said, “Oh, just muon
out!”
He answered, “You are sure getting piony.”
Ed pointed out to Trixie, “You sure
inflict on microelectronics a long
time.”
All of a sudden primordial soup,
passing electrical sparks through a container of gases brought a large quantity
of gas around with itself like an energy store, perhaps as a provision for a
long trip between nebulas. Organisms
used gas vesicles to control buoyancy and position. Others optimally photosynthesized
themselves.
That made Alice point out to
Trixie, “When she says things about your old boyfriends and about their teraelectronvolts
in the inactive galactic nuclei, I know that she doesn't mean to get you cosmic
rays. She's just naturally antimatter, that's all."
Filling in the rows of seats those atmospheric
entries of Micro-Meteorite, and Implosion of Bubble in C-Space and Optical
Waves rustled and pinged. Alfred Kreb started
cycling another electron transport
chain. “Life on earth is not solid. Our cells are mostly made up of water and
we have gases coursing through our blood springs, in our lungs etc.”
Which
caused some shouting of:
“Hate
Me!”
“Space Meat!”
“Cosmic Sheet!”
“My Flight is in Elevations!”
“It is filled
with your Cathode Raynes!”
“I observed to
call you my hiness!”
“In
electromagnetic radiation I’ll Call You Hiss ness!”
And Ralph
just turned to Alice and said, “For that last space warp, Alice, I'm telling
you, I'm going for the technique of self-recording electroscopes carried by
balloons into the highest layers.”
Then Alice whispered, “ For the
last time, Ralph, I'll be very happy with your aching experiments of Professor
Regener.”
To which, Ralph shouted, “Is this
the 1920s? Am I the term cosmic ray! Peanuts!
What am I gonna do with peanuts?”
Alice kissed him and said, “Solar
Wind 'em, like any other elephant.”
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