Sometimes we all need some inspiration to bring out the best in us.
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Kniff looked down at their hands as a pink alien approached. Kniff said, “You know, when I fly a ship, one that works properly, you’ve never seen anything like it. These are the hands of an artist. It’s a shame to use them like clubs in an idiotic brawl.” The pink alien said, “Aw, poor baby. Are your hands too soft to fight?” Kniff slugged the pink alien in the jaw and said, “No, they’re hard as rocks. It’s just this isn’t the best use for them.” Then Kniff turned and said to Yakky, “Hey, Yakky. Maybe try fighting a little harder?” Yakky, who seems to not care the an alien is hitting her, was lightly hitting that alien with a soft “paf paf paf.” Yakky said, “To protect a Bollyck? You’re all lucky i’m fighting at all.” Kniff said, “If you don’t try harder, I’ll stop making puceberry clots from scratch, and you’ll have to eat the food synth version.” So upset by this, Yakky picked the alien over her head and yelled, Die, stinking Lewarkin dung!”
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I would really like to try puceberry jam on homemade bread and butter. I reckon I would smack an alien for the opportuunity. 🙂
The hands of an artist make the best puceberry clot. But that’s an even worse name, so Knox will definitely not eat it.
Wonder if its like blackberry cobbler?
Loads better, but you are on the right track!
Just gotta know what motivates folks! 🙂
Mmm, puceberry clots!
An army doesn’t just march on its stomach. It sleeps, fights, and fornicates there, too. No starving army has ever beaten a well-fed foe, and the hungry know this better than anyone. Puceberry clots, HO!
Have we ever seen a lewarkin?