Last week, a meteor came blazing down over Russia like a flaming spear. Out of the blue sky came a shockwave that blasted glass out of windows. Many people were injured, and many more demonstrated the very Russian trait (according to my Russian friend) of being completely unimpressed by anything.
Fabulously Crabby Friend: Ha! It's not just science fiction. And let this be a lesson to you. Next time I aim for a more populated area!
Me: We concede, your worshipfulness! How may we placate you?
FCF: Tithing.
Me: <places cheesecake and martinis on the altar and slowly backs away>
FCF: You shall be spared. Possibly promoted. (Depending on how delicious this cheesecake is....)
. . .
FCF: [voice somewhat muffled by mouthful of cheesecake] Henceforth, Torah Cottrill shall be appointed Grand High Inquisitor. ASIDE: What shall your first edict be?
Me: Those who tailgate shall be struck by lightning, and their charred bodies impaled on mile markers as a warning for others.
Fabulously Crabby Friend: Ha! It's not just science fiction. And let this be a lesson to you. Next time I aim for a more populated area!
Me: We concede, your worshipfulness! How may we placate you?
FCF: Tithing.
Me: <places cheesecake and martinis on the altar and slowly backs away>
FCF: You shall be spared. Possibly promoted. (Depending on how delicious this cheesecake is....)
. . .
FCF: [voice somewhat muffled by mouthful of cheesecake] Henceforth, Torah Cottrill shall be appointed Grand High Inquisitor. ASIDE: What shall your first edict be?
Me: Those who tailgate shall be struck by lightning, and their charred bodies impaled on mile markers as a warning for others.
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