He was scaling the bridge of the nose, this intrepid space explorer hero called Leptune whose suit contains all the colors of a freshly plucked ear of corn and then some. I finally feel confident in saying that he’ll achieve the top, win the crown. We know who’s inside of it all.
And suddenly, as I was revising that last paragraph a number of times: done! All we have to do now is wait for the ending credits.
But first… take that!
And that!
Aaannnnnd THAT!
“I hope that’s opened your eyes to what’s actually going on here,” I can hear him say from my safer perspective after the beat down was over. “Up to you now, (*pant*) *parasites* of Earth. My job is (*pant pant pant*) done.”
Roll ’em!
Sunklands 