The Current Political Climate (freezing)
Meanwhile, far away in North-Eastern Tibet, a group of Tibetan and Nigerian Sherpas, who have nothing really to do with this story except that they appear in this one scene, were discussing the current political climate of South-West Asia.
One of the Nigerian sherpas (named X'bula or something) brushed a fresh layer of snow from his thermos flask, and poured himself a cup of tea, which promptly froze in his mug. Undeterred, he pulled out his ice pick, chipped off a piece of tea, and sucked on it thoughtfully.
"You know," he said (well, actually he said something with far more clicks and vowels, in a foreign tongue, but we're translating it for you so can get the jist of the conversation), "I think that once the Indonesian government passes that new tax law, there will be an incredible economic upturn in the neighbouring Asian provinces..."
"I disagree," commented a Tibetan sherpa (Dungay or something), "I myself am of the opinion that what is needed is for Siam and Thailand to sort out their bickering, and work together more."
"Siam is Thailand, Dungay," corrected another Tibetan sherpa (Edward).
"Oh," said Dungay.
There was an awkward silence, such as can only occur when a racially-diverse group of sherpas discovers than one of their group doesn't know as much South-Western Asian Information as they have claimed to know.
Suddenly, out of nowhere (well, actually, out of an interdimensional time-space portal created through the use of opposing non-linear X-Space chromatic atomic particles in the key of C) stepped a man carrying a ray-gun, a bunch of alien stuff, and what looked suspiciously like John Wayne's rifle.
Seeing the group of sherpas, he asked them: "Which way is the nearest phone? I need to call Entertaining Tomorrow and let them know I have proof of actual aliens!"
Unfortunately, the only language the sherpas spoke were Nigera-Tibetan (a strange sherpa dialect), and Stan (for it was Stan, oh those of quick-mindedness) was forced to trudge randomly off in a random direction.
Dungay sighed with relief. He may not have understood what Stan had been talking about, or why he had wandered off in the direction of the Cave Belonging to a Big Nasty Yeti (population 128), but at least Stan's sudden appearance had made the others forget about his shocking faux pas.
"Well, that was interesting, wasn't it fellows?" he said, "Not every day you see a random person appear out of nowhere."
"Actually," corrected Edward, "He appeared out of an interdimensional time-space portal created through the use of opposing non-linear X-Space chromatic atomic particles in the key of C."
"Dang," muttered Dungay.
Previous Chapter ***** Next Chapter
One of the Nigerian sherpas (named X'bula or something) brushed a fresh layer of snow from his thermos flask, and poured himself a cup of tea, which promptly froze in his mug. Undeterred, he pulled out his ice pick, chipped off a piece of tea, and sucked on it thoughtfully.
"You know," he said (well, actually he said something with far more clicks and vowels, in a foreign tongue, but we're translating it for you so can get the jist of the conversation), "I think that once the Indonesian government passes that new tax law, there will be an incredible economic upturn in the neighbouring Asian provinces..."
"I disagree," commented a Tibetan sherpa (Dungay or something), "I myself am of the opinion that what is needed is for Siam and Thailand to sort out their bickering, and work together more."
"Siam is Thailand, Dungay," corrected another Tibetan sherpa (Edward).
"Oh," said Dungay.
There was an awkward silence, such as can only occur when a racially-diverse group of sherpas discovers than one of their group doesn't know as much South-Western Asian Information as they have claimed to know.
Suddenly, out of nowhere (well, actually, out of an interdimensional time-space portal created through the use of opposing non-linear X-Space chromatic atomic particles in the key of C) stepped a man carrying a ray-gun, a bunch of alien stuff, and what looked suspiciously like John Wayne's rifle.
Seeing the group of sherpas, he asked them: "Which way is the nearest phone? I need to call Entertaining Tomorrow and let them know I have proof of actual aliens!"
Unfortunately, the only language the sherpas spoke were Nigera-Tibetan (a strange sherpa dialect), and Stan (for it was Stan, oh those of quick-mindedness) was forced to trudge randomly off in a random direction.
Dungay sighed with relief. He may not have understood what Stan had been talking about, or why he had wandered off in the direction of the Cave Belonging to a Big Nasty Yeti (population 128), but at least Stan's sudden appearance had made the others forget about his shocking faux pas.
"Well, that was interesting, wasn't it fellows?" he said, "Not every day you see a random person appear out of nowhere."
"Actually," corrected Edward, "He appeared out of an interdimensional time-space portal created through the use of opposing non-linear X-Space chromatic atomic particles in the key of C."
"Dang," muttered Dungay.
Previous Chapter ***** Next Chapter
posted by Lark Victory | 9:29 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home