Thursday, December 06, 2007

In space...

7 comments:

Wastedpapiers said...

In Space - the orbiting supermarket - we left our groceries in the hover -trolleys in the capable care of the trolleybots whilst we went up to the observation deck 23Y to see the next shipment of Spam coming in to land on the planet surface. It felt good to see it land safely and to know we shall be eating well tonight . Suddenly.......

onehuman said...

!!It changed course..
And burned up in the atmosphere, of a nearby Grayish Planet...
Inhabited by...

Punwit said...

...an alien species so strange that they defied description. They also defied gravity and death, in that order. When the rocket disintegrated, the indestructible cans of Spam rained down onto their world; the metallic thunks seemed to continue for hours. (We save by buying in bulk). We watched from above as...

Wastedpapiers said...

...several hundred droids with nets cunningly concealed in their metallic rucksacks appeared from a crater and scooped up the Spam and transported it to a large....

Lisa said...

. . . hover truck. The Spam would be taken as an offering to appease the local diety, who was a nasy fellow known for . . .

Punwit said...

...his vast collection of food products of questionable edibility. Not interested in regional specialties like haggis, say, or canned brains in gravy, Lord Weerdchow had shelf after shelf displaying such rarities as Bif, Mor, Quisp, and Quake. He could not believe he would soon receive so much Spam! Why, the villagers would...

Fast Eyes said...

Safely behind the triple glazed window...