The T-zone

Captain, this is Psychonautic Dave. We're venturing into the land of else.

>Word.

We seem to be tripping amongst the stars, is that a problem? No, it isn't. We CAN build a golf cart stand! We can even wear a pin hat to go with it! The cosmos are really big, captain, REALLY big.

>My brain must have a lot of expanding to do.

Indeed, and with it, the ring-tailed lemur must take his suitcase of biscuit gravel every other Thursday in the Month of Glorx.

>I've never heard of Glorx.

That's because you're one of THEM.

>I see.

There's a squiggly doorway here, but I can't see through it - faces keep drifting in front of it. I need noodles.

>You're typing with your eyes closed, sir.

So I am, so I am! Gap the confentin and hally the ros and whatnot, it's time for the interplanetary fetchball tournament in which gloomy polydimensional beings compete for a metallic object.

>I don't see the contestants, sir.

Why the fuck are you calling me sir? You're the captain! Eat the mold! Eat it! EAT IT!

>The grubworms are itching again, shall I tell them to stray from the pellican path?

Do what you must, captain, what you must, my sodium levels seem to be too low. I never realized how BIG it is in here.

>In where?

In my brain of course. Ohhhhhhhh! You wanted a fish fry! Well, we've only got potatoes.

>Rock the moose.

I rock that moose RIGHT, and you know what, I am a fingerless cheesebake from the orbital planet of Zorf.

>How the fuck can you be a cheesebake without fingers?

I just am, OK? Knock it off! I didn't expect a sort of Quintanitarian Inquisitionizzleitionitionitionitionitionitionitionition.

>My God, neither did I, but here it is and I'm afraid they'll recycle my tongue!

Tough luck, I hate football. Germy Chex Mix is uncomfortably garlic-laden, also, even though the best lead azides are often the ones mass-produced by the pink grenade tits.

>Tits?! What do tits have to do with explosives?!

Everything and anything.

>Absolute bollocks!

You will find, sir, that it is not! Tits are quite pleasant!

>Then why are they so squishy?

It's all part of being pleasant, captain Karnivel.

>Karn Evil!

WTF ever.

I'm having a great trip. I wish you guys could all come visit me on the shore with the purple sea of sassafrass and the red sunlight setting over the waves. God, it's brilliant - and quite tasty, too.

THE SAND DUNES ARE MADE OF COTTON CANDY.

I love the nucleotides in every single rhesus monkey on earth.

Have a nice trip. :-)

You heard me.

My support goes out to the victims of corporate greed.

There's a certain song by Twisted Sister that you should all download just to be rebellious.

Donate if you can - this, if anything, is a worthy cause.

Dumbass: Episode 3, 17.3 megabytes, 512 kbps

Ungrateful bastards. ;)

Goo goo g'joob.

Everybody do the Ringo Walk.

*swings hands*