wellbehaved and anticipating
Chapter three
However, not to stray too far from this horrible and dangerous mission in deep space where the most vile surprises await is a risk that we must take sometimes in order to look back upon our world and make some changes for our descendents. Only then can we see what a load of manipulated Earthlings can achieve if given the neccessary indoctrination.
The Knight's felt like people were worth saving so they decided to write a song about it. It went like this:
"One world survives
Another one dies
Tomorrow we fear
Pubs with no beer
Non drinkers cheer
Makes hollow sound
Lemonade! Another round?
Here's a pound.
Let's all dance
In a trance
Save human romance
Take a chance
Make a friend
For tomorrow the
World may end.
And wing it".
Having finished singing the Knight's decided to share the lemonade between them. "Where's the Doritos and the Salsa" cried one white Knight like a ghost in the night who had not seen daylight for three months. Another Knight cried: "I'm allergic to wheat and other Earthy camembert-like cheeses. They make me want to spew copious amounts of foamy regurgitants and come out in blotches. However, I love wenches; voluptuous wenches!"
This second Knight who had climbed to the top of the stage's apron and happened upon a live microphone just as the standing ovation for this extraordinary little speech of his was dying down. He bowed to the audience and then told them to relax. There were three wise women who knew the secrets of the malevolent Vleg.
"Let's go and see them now!" Another Knight exhorted.The room roared it's approval! So it was that they left the building en masse and set out for the home of the three wise women who possibly had something to tell. Who could tell? It was not long before they reached their destination. The crowd filled their pockets and the wise women's garden entirely was entirle overrun by the crowd who were in an ugly and impatient frame of mind and ready to confront the secrets of Vleg.
They knocked hard on the door but the window was open which invited a misplaced zealot to throw in religious literature.
"What the hell..?" a voice within the house was heard to cry.
This made the crowd hush for the emergence of the three women.
Then a mighty roar heralded their appearance in the doorway of the crumbling hovel, but just as soon as the women waved the crowd quietened as if they expected a speech or an exotic striptease. Bloody crowds! Imagining we would allow such bawdy entertainment to deflect us from the laws of the righteous mission that we had set out to achieve.
The mob soon became transformed into a well behaved and anticipatory crew by the mention of...
Er...before we lose our way entirely...
Chapter four
The wise women settled down to tell their tale:
"To suck peach pits from the forbidden overripe peaches of Vleg's home planet had been her only ambition as a child, but ...
