From Russia with Love
Zorfman from Planet Dorby Kom has just sent in his very well equipped armies, who number in the thousands, to invade the county that attacked 10 self-declared rebels. The 10 were obviously the vanguard of a much more sinister intent: the eradication of the all the rebels' sisters and brothers and parents and sons and neighbors and doggies and doggies' neighbors and that guy who came over to find out the score of the local soccer matches but who stayed for tea because he really wants to meet your beautiful sister, whom he's spotted while peering out his window while you pretended to go to church last Sunday.
The invaded country would kill all of them, this was clear. So Zorfman told the the council of Galaxies that this was a florbancruzian (Zorfmanish for "humanitarian") effort to stop the sinister invading coutry in its tracks. And Zorfman laughed at the mention that what he really wanted was for the invading country, which baked delicious southern food called "grits", to be part of the much larger Zorfman's country again, as it was back in the day when Zofrman had forcibly subdued the country and forced all its decent, God-fearing (they called God "Dohg" by the way) denizens into baking all the grits for him and his government/oil baron cronies. So his armies split the offending country in half and killed everybody in their way.
In the meantime the big, bad tough guy member of the Galaxy council, Mulberry, who put forth the proposition that his planet only wanted peace and democracy for all - well, this Mulberry guy refused to intervene in Zorfman's malicious plans, because really, he didn't have that high an opinion of grits and grit-makers and grit-eaters anyway.
And the two people who wanted Mulberry's job, who were getting an awful lot of free Galaxian press these days - well Mr. Back in the Day said he would be quick to condemn the action... if he actually had Mulberry's job and wasn't only trying to get it. But he would want to talk to Zorfman, no matter the case. Maybe even offer him some grits, because he knew where to get some "darned good eatin'". And the other guy, Mr. Gots Me Some Sugar Canes, appeared to jump in the middle of the fray, but later analysis proved that he was merely scouting out a suitable locale for his next freedom-sounding Mad Max biker rally. (Which on Mullberry's planet is called a "photo op.")
Will Zorfman continue in his mad schemes to reclaim the grits territories of the world, killing all who stand in his way? Will Mullberry and his planet continue to shrug their shoulders. Will life continue to be a horrific ordeal for many, while the rest continue to whine about the luxuries they should have and deserve and really only want to turn their papers to the Sports pages and Comics, and to have themselves and their ideals vindicated?
Stay tuned.
The invaded country would kill all of them, this was clear. So Zorfman told the the council of Galaxies that this was a florbancruzian (Zorfmanish for "humanitarian") effort to stop the sinister invading coutry in its tracks. And Zorfman laughed at the mention that what he really wanted was for the invading country, which baked delicious southern food called "grits", to be part of the much larger Zorfman's country again, as it was back in the day when Zofrman had forcibly subdued the country and forced all its decent, God-fearing (they called God "Dohg" by the way) denizens into baking all the grits for him and his government/oil baron cronies. So his armies split the offending country in half and killed everybody in their way.
In the meantime the big, bad tough guy member of the Galaxy council, Mulberry, who put forth the proposition that his planet only wanted peace and democracy for all - well, this Mulberry guy refused to intervene in Zorfman's malicious plans, because really, he didn't have that high an opinion of grits and grit-makers and grit-eaters anyway.
And the two people who wanted Mulberry's job, who were getting an awful lot of free Galaxian press these days - well Mr. Back in the Day said he would be quick to condemn the action... if he actually had Mulberry's job and wasn't only trying to get it. But he would want to talk to Zorfman, no matter the case. Maybe even offer him some grits, because he knew where to get some "darned good eatin'". And the other guy, Mr. Gots Me Some Sugar Canes, appeared to jump in the middle of the fray, but later analysis proved that he was merely scouting out a suitable locale for his next freedom-sounding Mad Max biker rally. (Which on Mullberry's planet is called a "photo op.")
Will Zorfman continue in his mad schemes to reclaim the grits territories of the world, killing all who stand in his way? Will Mullberry and his planet continue to shrug their shoulders. Will life continue to be a horrific ordeal for many, while the rest continue to whine about the luxuries they should have and deserve and really only want to turn their papers to the Sports pages and Comics, and to have themselves and their ideals vindicated?
Stay tuned.
