Galactic Stage Crash: A Thigh-ology Anthem
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Story transcript
Calli: Galaxy trembles when the reaper flows—
Gura: —and when the shark bites, the cosmos knows!
Norman the God of Gooning: Thighs... I can almost touch the thigh-lights...
Calli: Wait—who let a planet orbit this close to my—
Norman the God of Gooning: No no no, not now, not during the thigh-ology anthem—
Gura: A!?
Norman the God of Gooning: I meant to do that... as tribute... to thighs everywhere...
HaXzOr: Galactic protocol: evacuate before second-hand embarrassment becomes terminal.
Calli: Universe, you owe me a refund for this opening act.
Norman the God of Gooning: But my duet—my thigh serenade—