Electric Arctic

   
   "Electric Arctic"
   
   "Boy, better stay away from that burning bush; you know your girlfriend has lit her fire--an no blasphemy here boy--I got me a Bible given by 'em Gideons."
   Lucas didn't know whether to take the advice or not, after all--Grandpa was casually crackers.  He slipped on a banana peel during an angst-driven adolescence, finding humor in a Basal Ganglia injury, which resulted in better motor function; however, he was channeling all the best live-action from HEE HAW, originally broadcast from 69 to 70, and he adored Hunt's ketchup.    
   On the flip side, there was always the Arctic, knowing his ancestors were constantly frigid, like a sister's set of ivory hands, always frosty in feel; plus, the wildlife.  Even above the treeline; thus, life does exist without plant life, as long as there's water and an arctic hare to hunt.
   Lucas packed his things.  Got all Han Solo, remembering a blaster trumps hokey religions and archaic weapons; however, never know when a Shinobi will show up.  He just kept telling himself truck driver mantras:  "It's all in the reflexes."  And now cars drive themselves.  But a man can drive and eat spicy beef jerky at the same time.  Go figure.  
   Lucas ventured to an allegorical Hoth.