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Having been plucked from the vast Costco parking lot by the mysterious recruiter Centauri, I now find myself speeding through space toward a rendezvous with my destiny: To join the Rylan Star League, become a starfighter, and destroy Darth Tater. Fame and glory await! When I complete my mission and get back to the university, all the professors in the philosophy and English departments will be even more jealous of me than they are of Indiana Jones!
hello gentle readers, this is trixie doodles. sorry to interrupt dennis’s lurid tales of mystery and adventure but i went shopping the other day and i want to show off my new clothes.
HELLO HUMAN SERVANTS. THIS IS TROUBLE THE KITTY. I KNOW THAT NORMALLY ONE OF THE RED BIG CLUMSY DOGS RUNS HIS AWARDS AND MEME SHOW AT THIS TIME BUT ALL THE BIG CLUMSY DOGS ARE OFF ON SOME COCKAMAMIE ADVENTURE THAT I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH. I FOUND SOME SCRAWLED NOTES FOR THIS WEEK’S SHOW THAT I THINK THE BIGGER RED CLUMSY DOG WROTE ON A HAMBURGER WRAPPER BUT HE CAN’T SPELL OR PUNCTUATE SO I JUST THREW THEM AWAY AND WILL BE DOING THE SHOW MY WAY INSTEAD. PURR PURR PURR.
Having acquired bulk quantities of Diet Coke and Mentos, I am now ready to return to outer space aboard my fishing trawler the Orca for a final showdown with my arch-nemesis Darth Tater and his space station the Death Spud Star. Unfortunately, I did not count on the vastness of the Costco parking lot. I have now spent hours trying to find my vessel and am no closer than I was when I started. Perhaps next time I should put a flashing light on top of the mast. Little do I know, though, that my movements throughout the lot are being tracked by a mysterious vehicle and an even more mysterious observer …